Jou Cool

Title: Jou Cool

Author: Puppys_seahorse

Betas: Maggiemay, Kschur, Mofaf1, Wicabeth

Genre: Drama/Dark Fairytale

Rating: Adult+ For violence, swearing and sexual situations

Spoilers: None

Summary: Jounouchi is a homophobic ex-gang leader trying to go straight. Seto twists that ALL to hell.

A/N: I wrote this hoping to enter it into a contest on ADL. But I think I will give up on that idea. No new contests in the offing and nobody responds to my questions about contests. Tis fic is finished :) I am posting in the morning at Little Dragon and in the night at AFF. :)


For those 4 of you who reviewed and the people who were nice enough to rate my story:

Lokivsanubis - Glad you liked it.
Catti - Actually the final chapter is all done and beta'd I think. I genuinely believed I posted it here. Hrmmm.

Wicabeth - Massive Glomps.

Kalico - glad you find it interesting. Sorry if it seems too fast, but I paced it quickly deliberately. It's supposed to be like an action film that keeps you moving through the scenes. I'm sorry if it fails.


THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

I love that you all are so nice about it. I would love to have more reviewers just because my ego is shaky about my writing (whose wouldn't be with Maggiemay as my sister) but I gratefully accept any and all reviews.

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There was a wave of uncomfortable laughter and the entire student body held their breath as Jounouchi pushed to his feet in the second ungraceful move they’d ever seen him make. But rather than rush after the departing billionaire, he hurried in the opposite direction, towards the gym and showers. He needed to scrub every inch of himself. He was not a fag and it had better not be catching or he was going to kill Otogi. He did not just fall for a guy.

After that fateful meeting things went steadily downhill for Jounouchi. It seemed that he’d lost his ease and grace. He jumped, moved quickly, and tripped like a gawky, awkward child. Of course it had to be whenever Kaiba was around. But because they shared most classes the instances happened with increasing regularity. Of course nobody seemed to notice that the blue-eyed CEO would unobtrusively move in ways to trip up the other teen, brush against him ‘accidentally,’ or maneuver the blond into a position where he would have to touch the brunet in some way. And that touch would unravel Jounouchi in a way he’d never experienced.

Jounouchi didn’t think it was deliberate, he thought he knew what the problem was. That fag Otogi had infected him and he didn’t know how to cure it. He’d tried girls, he’d tried booze, and he’d even tried fighting with Kaiba. The only thing he’d accomplished was to prove that he didn’t want to fuck girls anymore, that booze only made him dream of hot sex with a guy who was his mortal enemy, and decorate him with bruises because he couldn’t bring himself to mar the perfection of Kaiba. Another side effect of fighting had been raging hard-ons that had sent him to the showers to scrub every inch of his body in ice cold water more often than he'd ever willingly admit.

Even though they shared most classes, the worst by far was gym. Jounouchi could ignore the brunet most of the time, or at least appear to ignore him, but in gym, dressing, undressing, and showering were too much to handle. His frustration came to a head, literally, in one such gym class.

Jounouchi, stripped to his wine colored briefs and bent over to slide on his white tube socks heard a soft sound, like an animal in pain.

“Did ya hear…?” He started to ask as he looked around for what could have made such a noise.

His voice died and he nearly swallowed his tongue. Seto, dressed only in short, silky, black tapered boxers was leaning into his locker. From Jounouchi’s vantage point he could just see the pale curve of perfect ass cheek peeking out from the small slit on the side of the shorts. Not caring about any animal in pain but himself he scooped up his stuff and dashed into the privacy stall hoping like hell nobody noticed he was holding his gym clothes low enough to cover his suddenly very hard dick. It had taken three strokes and the image of that fantastic ass to relieve the blond of his problem and soil his towel.

Unfortunately it had been a temporary reprieve. Jounouchi would swear to his dying day that Kaiba was torturing him deliberately. Twice the brunet had run into him during basketball and brushed against his body with deliberately sensual moves. And once Jou swore he felt a cool hand fondle his ass. But when he’d turned around to beat the crap out of whoever dared to touch him he’d come face to face with the world famous, icy gaze of Kaiba. With a curse he moved to the other side of the court but somehow found himself guarded by Kaiba again. That’s when he’d had the bright idea to fake a twisted ankle. The next time the torturous brunet bumped into him he fell dramatically, grabbed his ankle, and moaned loud enough to bring the teacher to his side.

“Jounouchi go sit on the bench. If it’s not better in a few minutes you can go to the nurse.” The teacher wasn’t completely fooled by his act, but the blond didn’t care. As long as it got him away from Kaiba he was happy…or at least his mind was. He body was already protesting the loss of that sporadic contact.

The teacher, not convinced he was truly injured, decided to put him to work. “Jounouchi, track the number of shots each player makes. Not baskets, shots. Mark any baskets in the basket column. I am developing a percentage of shots to baskets ratio. It will take your mind off the pain.”

Reluctantly he took the pencil and the clip board and began to watch the game, making the appropriate notations. At least he started out that way. But every time the ball came near Kaiba his eyes seemed to have a will of their own, locking on the slim brunet with single-minded intensity.

The teacher, not liking the flaming emotions in Jounouchi’s eyes when he stared at Kaiba, stepped in front of the blond and took the clipboard. Concern for the brunet student made him warn the teen softly. “It was an accident. Do not attempt to get revenge on him. If you are in that much pain shower and go to the nurse.”

Grateful for the teacher's blind stupidity at thinking he was angry at Kaiba he nodded and faked a limp into the locker room. With a sigh, Jounouchi sat on the locker room bench and rested his head on his knees. He had to do something about this quickly before he turned into a nutcase. He knew Otogi hadn’t infected him with ‘Fag Disease’. He’d done research on the internet. According to what he’d read being a fag wasn’t a matter of choice like some people said. It had its roots in genetics and something called ‘the wash.’ At least that was the latest theory. Apparently everyone starts as a girl and then at some point a wash of hormones occurs and they either become boys or stay girls. But in some people some of the male/female characteristics and genetic coding remain, making the person respond sexually to people of the same sex.

It sounded logical. But if what he was experiencing for Kaiba was some pre-birth defect, why the hell was it just showin’ itself now? He’d been sexually active since he was twelve. And why only with Kaiba? Moaning slightly he fisted his hands in his blond hair and tugged.

“Fuck Mutt, you aren’t really hurt. What’s your problem?” Kaiba’s exasperated voice asked from above him.

He jumped and predictably fell off the bench. "Ah shit. Man, go the hell away. You've done enough okay? Just get lost." The blond groaned then yelped when the brunet lifted him back onto the bench.

"I'm supposed to discuss this with you, to work it out. It seems the teacher is afraid you are plotting revenge for the damage to your ankle." Blue eyes raked down his leg appraisingly. "It's not swollen so I'd say you were faking to get out of class. Got some slut you want to go bang?"

"Ya asshole, I don't gotta tell ya a fuckin' thing." Jounouchi snarled. At the same time he was fighting down a rising tide of heat. Hearing the brunet say something sexual was having a predictable effect on his body.

"Hnnn... I noticed your wood earlier. You should have let her take care of that for you before class started."

“God fucking damn. My dick ain’t yer business. Who I get it up for’s got nuthin’ ta do with you.” Ignoring the taller boy, he turned his body into his locker to hide its shameful response, stripped out of his gym clothes, and grabbed his uniform. Without looking at the source of his torment he bent to slip his pants on. A sound very similar to the animal in pain from earlier caught his attention. He looked up from fastening his zipper and saw that Kaiba had turned away from him and was staring into space. Good he didn’t want the ass to see that his body was still more than half hard even after being stuffed painfully behind a zipper.

He deliberately left his shirt untucked to hide the bulge and slipped on his shoes. "I'm outta here Kaiba. Thanks fer the early out. And don'tcha worry, I don't want no revenge...I'm all for love and sweetness right now." With a grin that was as phony as a Barbie doll’s and as toothy as a shark, Jounouchi limped out of the room.

Once out of sight of the other boy he took off at a dead run desperate to get away from the inescapable truth about himself and his desire for Kaiba Seto. If he'd waited perhaps a second longer he would have heard the soft animal sound again followed by the loud crash of Kaiba's fist as it slammed into a locker.

The next day, after a night of soul searching, Jounouchi decided to give it one last try. He’d talk to his old friend Honda, set up some girls, and have a wild night. He would beat this thing if it killed him.

“Hey Honda!” He spied his friend trying to score a piece across the quad.

Immediately Honda turned from her and moved to him. “Yo! Whassup?”

“I thought we could have a party at my place tonight. I’ll bring the booze and party favors if you bring the pussy.” Jounouchi bargained with a broad wink.

Honda hesitated for a moment then shook his head regretfully. “Not a good idea tonight Jounouchi. Tomorrow is school physicals. They take blood and urine samples. They test you for everything from AIDS to Zinc Deficiency. No alcohol or drugs in your system or you are instantly expelled.”

“School physicals?” Jounouchi hadn’t heard of that. Not that he was worried. He was clean. No drugs since he was thirteen and he always used condoms. Always, with no exceptions because he’d seen too many of the whores in his old neighborhood die from diseases caused by not protecting themselves. Sex was good but had never been worth dying for. With a sigh, mentally grumbling that fate was against him he nodded, “Okay, later then.”

“Yeah, later. Let’s get to class, maybe they’ll tell us more about the physicals.”

Hakai-sensei was full of information, good cheer, and bad news. Jounouchi was chosen as his assistant this year. He would observe the urine specimen collection. Hakai-sensei had laughingly joked that the blond could scare the piss out of anyone. Nobody seemed to notice that Jounouchi had stolen a quick peek at a certain brunet before dropping his head to his desk and moaning in disbelief. It was bad enough that he was thinking of fucking another guy almost every second of the day, but now he had to watch that guy and about a hundred others piss. This just couldn’t get any worse.

It was as bad as he’d expected. And that was good, at least for Jounouchi. Because after watching a hundred plus little pricks piss in a bottle he was positive his desire for Kaiba was dead and for that he could have kissed Hakai-sensei. Just the thought of seeing another guy’s dick made him feel ill.

Kaiba assisted with height measurements and was going to be his last student. By the time the brunet showed up Jounouchi was positive he would feel absolutely nothing for his former aberrant crush.

Cockily he stepped forward and nodded, leading the way to the bathroom. “Let’s get this over with Kaiba. After you’re done I can go shower and try to get rid of picture of wimpy dicks from my mind with a hot babe and a hotter pussy.” He didn’t know what made him lie, but for some reason he wanted to drive home the fact that he was not interested in men. It seemed imperative that he hide his deceased crush from the brunet.

Kaiba’s step faltered for less than a heartbeat then continued, hard and purposeful behind him. While Jounouchi lounged in the doorway, the brunet slowly lowered his zipper. About halfway down, he stopped and glanced up at the blond whose eyes were fixed on the ceiling. A cold light filled the blue eyes, making them as dangerous as an arctic blast. “You’re supposed to be watching me not the ceiling.” He reminded the blond silkily.

“Yeah, right. Look yer pants are too tight fer ya to hide anything and I tol’ ya, I’m tired of lookin’ at wimpy little dicks. So just piss in da cup and let’s get outta here.”

“I insist you watch me.” The coldness trickled from his eyes down to the curve of his lips. “And I promise you, I don’t have a wimpy little dick.” The zipper rasped loudly as it slid all the way down. With no hesitation or shyness Seto pulled out his cock and released a stream of clear urine into the cup. When he’d finished he sealed the cup, placed it on the tray, and then turned to face the red-faced blond staring at his crotch with wide-eyes.

“Hnnn…you’ve seen a hundred guys today. How do I compare?” The brunet taunted, fondling himself openly as the golden gaze helplessly followed his movements. When his cock started to swell, his own eyes widened in shock when, instead of a repulsed look, Jounouchi’s lips parted, his tongue darted out to wet his lips and an expression of hunger filled the golden eyes. It lasted only a second, and then Hakai-sensei calling for them chased it away.

Jounouchi tore his gaze away from the hottest thing he’d ever seen and spun around to avoid temptation. He choked out “Compare? Well none of da others jacked-off in front of me so I dunno. Maybe ya can ask yer fag friend Otogi. He’d be a better judge than me.” Without another word the blond tore out of the bathroom.

Shocked to the core, the other boy stared after the blond with questions dawning in his blue eyes. Jounouchi’s response should have been disgust and outrage, possibly a physical attack. Not a devouring stare followed by a mad dash. He had deliberately taunted the blond knowing he would probably earn a few bruises, but to his desperate heart any touch or look was worth any pain he would have to endure.

Hakai-sensei’s voice broke into his abstraction and he hastily, if painfully, shoved his erection back into his pants and forced the zipper to close over the prominent bulge. It didn’t really matter if Jounouchi had gay feelings. The blond was too far in the closet to ever be interested in a relationship. It was time he accepted that, stopped torturing himself, and moved on. He was only hurting himself by provoking his crush. Satisfied with his decision, Seto opened his cell phone and dialed his old friend’s number. “Hey Otogi, how do you feel about a party? A mixer to meet new people…”

“Fantastic. You’re finally getting over it all huh? That ass has had you tied up and out of the game for way too long. I’ll meet you at your office this afternoon and we can plan.”

Jounouchi ran all the way back to his locker. There was no more denial in him. He was a victim of the ‘wash’. As of ten minutes ago the thought of touching another guy’s dick had filled him with disgust, but seeing Kaiba’s perfectly shaped long cock, watching as the brunet fondled it had made his heart race and his own dick start to swell. But that wasn’t the worst of it. His mouth had watered with the need to taste it. And he didn’t want to contemplate that because he’d seen the other teen piss out of it not a minute before. With a moan he slammed his head against his locker. “Fuck, I am a sick perverted bastard. I’m a fag.” He muttered to himself.

Honda, standing behind him, heard his words with disbelief and concern. “Jounouchi? What’s wrong?” He deliberately didn’t mention what he’d heard. It was too strange to consider. He must have heard wrong.

“What?” Glazed, pain-filled eyes fixed on him in confusion.

“Jounouchi, let’s go sit outside. You’re upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Fucking God damn it to hell.” It should have been an angry exclamation. It came out as a despairing wail and the stocky brunet saw tears shimmer in the amber eyes. Before Jounouchi could embarrass himself and ruin what was left of his bad-ass reputation Honda hustled his old leader out the door and out to a secluded bench.

While the blond huddled miserably, Honda went for a couple of drinks. When he came back he plunked the cans down and sat on the other side of the bench. “Drink up, then tell me what’s wrong. The only time I’ve ever seen you this upset was when Shizuka got taken. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Lifting his head, he met the dark glance of his friend with a pained, searching gaze. Finding only concern he sighed and dropped his head again. “I think I’m a fucking faggot Honda.”

Of all of the responses the blond expected, laughter was not one of them. Not a giggle, but a deep rolling belly laugh that shook the other boy so hard that he fell off his seat and started to roll on the ground.

Jounouchi growled, “Yeah laugh it up. But it ain’t fucking funny. Think about it from my angle. I was happy gettin’ all the pussy a guy could want, and then suddenly it’s all gone. Not the pussy, but the likin’ for it. Instead I’m lookin’ at this guy, and all I want ta do is fuck him blind. But it ain’t just that. I can almost understand that ‘cause ya know, fuckin’ is good and he is really hot, even if he is a guy. But no, that ain’t all. I want ta have him fuck me. Hell, I’ve even played with a vibrator to find out what it feels like, and it just made me want ta try it more. And now…now…I want ta suck his dick. It’s wrong. I liked pussy…hell I loved it. Now I can’t see anything but him. So laugh it up, ya asshole.” Drained from his rant, he flopped forward and buried his face in his arms. In an exhausted voice he explained what he’d discovered in his research, about the ‘wash’ and the genetic factors that may influence sexual preferences.

Honda had stopped laughing about the time his friend had said he stopped liking pussy. This was serious to Jounouchi. He’d always liked the blond and would have considered him a friend if he didn’t have a job to do. Carefully he sat back on the bench. “Jounouchi, it could just be a crush, an aberration. It don’t mean you got this wash thing. It could be kinda like thinking some food looks good but when you take a taste it’s incredibly nasty. Do you remember the bakery with those white and yellow cookies? They looked great, but when you bit into the cookie it tasted like sand - dry and nasty. So maybe all you have to do is take a nibble, maybe kiss a guy or something. Hell we know enough fags around here that it should be easy to arrange.”

The blond nodded. “Yeah I pretty much figured that.” Then he stiffened as if shot. “No, it can’t be around here. I don’t want hi…anyone to know.”

Honda nodded, “Okay let me do some scouting around. I’ll get back to you later. Until then Bro, relax and don’t go thinkin’ yer a fag. Like I said it’s probably just a crush or something. I’d know if you were.” The brunet broke off and shook his head.

“You would? How?” Jounouchi’s eyes were clear and a bit curious.

“I’ve noticed that a few of those fags, the girly ones anyway, look hot. And they all make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.” He muttered unwillingly. He wasn’t going to admit to gaydar. If this was curiosity, it could cause problems with his relationship with Jounouchi if he admitted to being anything other than straight.

“I only wish he was girly.” Jounouchi mumbled grouchily.

“Yeah, well, don’t worry about it. I’ll arrange something for you. You just stay here and relax. Get your head on straight.” Bracingly he thumped his friend on the back and went in search of his only link to the gay world – Otogi.

The ebony-haired teen was standing at his locker talking on the phone. Politely Honda waited for him to hang up. A quick glance around showed the other teen’s bodyguard was nowhere in sight. As soon as the cell phone clicked shut Honda sidled up beside the smaller body and said softly “Otogi, just who I need to help me out. How are you?”

Green eyes narrowed suspiciously, “I’m fine. And you could be on fire and I wouldn’t piss on you so go the fuck away.” A cold smile taunted the taller boy “Unless you want to catch my Fag Disease. In that case come closer, Baby, I’ll fuck you raw.”

“That’s just what I want to talk to you about.”

“What?” The green eyes widened in shock, then filled with wariness. He squelched the pictures filling his brain. “Look Honda I don’t care what your ignorant monkey brain thinks, being gay is not a disease and it’s not communicable.”

“Yeah, so I was informed. Something about a hormonal and genetic wash before you was born right?”

The wary eyes rounded in shock as the pretty mouth dropped opened. Honda had cared enough to do research. Maybe this wasn’t a bashing session. His heart skipped a beat as an idea occurred to him. Maybe the stocky brunet was having some thoughts not on the straight, and maybe he came to Otogi because they were about him. He gathered his composure and tamped down his hope. It was too soon to hope anything. Attraction to Honda had tugged at him since he’d first seen the other teen. He’d been disappointed to find the brunet was straight. “All right, I’m sorry. Since you are talking like you actually have a brain I will refrain from calling my bodyguard. What’s going on and how can I help you?”

“Look…I…you have to promise you won’t mention this to anyone.”

Otogi blinked and stared at him hard. Honda was well known to be a homophobic jerk, so it had to be serious and for him to ask for a promise when it common knowledge that Otogi would go to his grave protecting his word. To ask meant the problem had to be earth shattering. “All right I promise I won’t mention what you say to me to anyone else.”

“Okay. But if you break your word I will fucking kill you, if the other person involved doesn’t do it first. I have a friend…” He ignored the disbelieving snort from the smaller teen and continued “who thinks he might be ...uh…might have the same ‘wash’ condition you do. Up until now he’s never considered guys but now he’s got a hard…uh…an interest in one. He says he can’t even see girls anymore.”

The taller boy hesitated and his highly amused listener prompted. “There’s more?”

“Well yeah, but it’s kinda gross. I mean maybe not for you but for me.” Honda took a deep breath and confessed lowly “He said he even wanted to suck this guy’s dick.”

“Hmmm…doesn’t sound like a simple lust then. He may actually be infatuated or in love with the guy. A formerly straight guy wanting to go down on another is unusual because it’s a sign of wanting to give pleasure instead of simply take it.”

“In love?” Honda was stunned. “But how?”

“Starts with physical attraction, evolves with liking, respect and shared interests usually. But there is the rare occasion where it happens at first sight, where souls recognize each other instantly as their other half.”

“Oh, but…can that happen between guys?”

“Of course. Don’t you know that souls don’t have gender?”

“I uh…didn’t think about it, but now that you say it, I guess not.” Honda conceded. His heart ached slightly. He did know that, but he couldn’t show it. At least not yet. He was still on the job.

“So what do you need from me?” Otogi asked carefully.

“Well…uhm…I was wondering, if a guy wanted to test and see if he’s gay without anyone around here findin’ out, where would he go?”

The smaller teen regarded him thoughtfully, his mind working quickly. If the ‘friend’ was Honda himself then Otogi wanted to be the one to ‘help him.’ If he ever got his hands on the sexy brunet he’d make sure that he looked at another woman. Honda had only one other friend that he cared enough about to seek him out for – Jounouchi. And Otogi knew someone who would find the information that the blond might be having ‘gay’ thoughts quite interesting. “I know of a mixer that is being held this weekend. I was just putting the word out. It is at a friend’s private place and will never be discussed. To break that rule would mean ostracism from our group and even harsher penalties by the host. We are social people and rely on each other as a support system and our host would…well nobody wants him angry.”

“If you’re lying you will die. J…my friend will kill you.” He said it calmly. It was true. Jounouchi had killed for betrayal before. He still had nightmares of what his ex-commander had done to the cop who’d turned his sister over to the other gang; not that he didn’t agree with the punishment. That officer had sickened him and earned the vengeance he’d gotten. It simply gave him nightmares.

Otogi’s green eyes widened at the slip. “I give you my word. But, how do I know you’re not doing this to just make fun or bash us?”

“Fuck, if I was going to do that I could do it any day.”

“I guess.” Otogi tilted his head and gave his most charmingly confused smile; one that an ex-boyfriend had once said melted his heart. “What made you think I’d help you?”

Honda paused, not sure what to say, then mumbled, “I don’t know. I just…sometimes I think…” He shook his head and looked away. “I don’t know.”

A long thoughtful look at the pink cheeks convinced Otogi to drop it. “All right, I’ll accept that, but I’m going to insist on some kind of safety. Your friend gets the invitation, but you come with me. That way I can keep an eye on you and your friend.” Seeing the protest flare in the dark eyes he said firmly, “Either you come with me or no deal.”

He waited, balanced on a razor’s edge for the response. It was low and grudging when it came. “Yeah, fine. I’ll go with you.”

“Then it’s a date. I’ll get you the invitation tomorrow. Pick me up Saturday at eight.”

While Honda sputtered behind him Otogi strolled away, deliberately adding the extra swing to his walk that several men had commented made them want to come in their pants.

Honda stared after the black-haired jerk, his eyes drawn to the sexy sway of the incredibly firm tight ass. When he realized what he was doing, he cursed and spun away. He had to let Jounouchi know what was up. He didn’t have time to lust after someone out of bounds.