Thoughtless Gifts

Title: Paper Thin - Thoughtless Gifts
Author: Kleptomaniac Can Opener
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Seto x Jou
Disclaimer: Blue, blue, my world is blue. Blue is my world, since I don’t own you. Grey, grey, my life is grey. Gone is my mind since you went away. Red, red, my eyes are red. Dreaming of you, alone in my head. Green, green, my jealous heart. I don’t own Yugi-Oh, that’s why we’re apart.

Summary: It was small and insignificant... but it was a gift nonetheless.

NOTES: This takes place in my ‘Paper Thin’ universe; in between “It’s Only for the Money” and “Paper Anniversary.”

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It started three months into our ‘relationship’. I’m not sure WHAT to call what we have going on, but the hell if I’m gonna call it a business transaction like the asshole probably does. Even if I am whoring out, I don’t want to sound like one.
But whatever it is we are to each other, I started to receive these little gifts.

The first was a silver necklace, simple but stylish and pretty dang sweet. It appeared in my locker without a note or anything, completely anonymous. It hadn’t been hard to guess who it could have been from though. Not many people in our school can afford something so nice on a whim. But I wasn’t stupid enough to say anything about it. The last thing I needed to do was to piss my meal ticket off by sounding ungrateful.

Next was a silver ring. Also a simple piece of bling, designed with a single gold band running through the center. It fits my right ring finger perfectly. How the heck Seto got my ring size when I don’t even know it, I can’t even guess.

Now I have a new dress shirt. Actually, it’s the only dress shirt I’ve ever owned. I don’t exactly have a reason to buy something like this with my everyday life. It’s made of something nicer than cotton and has a faint shine; the long sleeves have cuffs and it’s a button up, even if they do only go halfway up. The collar is double-breasted and all fancy to boot.

“Does he want me to wear this...?”

~

Jounouchi makes sure the bedroom door is locked before changing out of his uniform. He pulls on his least ragged jeans, a pair of black ones, then he carefully picks the shirt out of the box that it came in. Jounouchi has to admit that it feels great when he touches it. He pulls the expensive shirt on and carefully tucks it in. The buttons stop just below his sternum, leaving his chest completely exposed. To top everything off, he slides on the ring and necklace. When Jounouchi looks in the mirror, he’s almost blown away by his transformation. Even with his usual messy hair, he looks like a completely different person, someone from the right side of the tracks as they would say.

“Is this what you want from me now, moneybags?” His fingers brush over the blue garment that adorns his body. “This thing probably would have cost me my entire paycheck...”

Even though Seto is paying for all of the Jounouchi household bills and then some, Jounouchi has chosen to keep his job, though at fewer hours. He doesn’t know when Seto will tire of him and he can’t afford to suddenly be broke. His dad is finally showing signs of improvement now that he’s taking the medicine that the doctor wants him on.

Jounouchi slides the shirt off and hides it back in its box, placing the jewelry in with it too. He puts it away inside his trunk under the rest of his meager possessions. He then grabs a plain shirt and slips it on before leaving the bedroom to see about getting dinner started.

“Hey, dad, what do you want to eat tonight?” he calls out as he enters the living/kitchen/dining area. His father, a too thin man in his late forties with dirty blond hair and dark eyes, looks up from where he’s watching television. He isn’t sitting on the small couch, but on a wheelchair.
“Anything’s fine, Katsuya. Did something good happen?” Jounouchi blushes and hides his face in the refrigerator.
“No, not really. Why do you ask?”
“You’re looking chipper. Did you get a love letter?” he asks with a grin.
“No! I told you nothing happened!” But his father doesn’t seem to really buy that as he goes back to watching his program, snickering to himself.

“Anyways,” the boy says to change the subject, “did you want something specific for dinner or are leftovers fine?”
“Leftovers are fine.”
“Alright.” He pulls out the pepper beef meal he made yesterday and sticks it into the microwave. It’s nice being able to afford meat on a regular basis. “I told a friend I’d see him tonight, I’ll be out late.”
“Not too late, I hope. You need your rest at your age.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” he whines.
“You are to me. I have to look after you as best I can.”

Jounouchi decides that arguing won’t get him anywhere. The man has too many years of debate winnings under his belt to get one-upped by his own son.

After dinner, Jounouchi cleans up and helps his father into his pajamas. “Don’t wait up for me. When you’re tired, just take your meds and go to bed.”
“Yes, mom,” the man answers with a cheeky grin, the same one that his son inherited. Jounouchi rolls his eyes.
“Goodnight, dad.” He kisses his father on the cheek. “See you in the morning.”
“Take care, son.”

Jounouchi retrieves the box with the shirt and jewelry and slips it into his book bag, then grabs his black sneakers to wear. He slips his shoes on at the door, snatching his old jean jacket off the coat rack at the same time. “Later!” he calls out in a last goodbye. His father rolls over to see him out.
“See you in the morning.”

The blond jogs towards Kaiba Corp., stopping by a public restroom to slip on the rest of the outfit and to hide his ragged jacket in his bag. He’s seen the people that go in and out of that building, and not one of them would be caught in an old rag like it. Fortunately, his bag is pretty new and should get pass casual inspection.

A few more minutes of jogging and a bus ride later finds him in front of the towering building with the looming KC logo. The place is actually closing down for the night, but the guards let him in and the secretary tells him to take the elevator at the end of the hall. Seto must have mentioned to them he had a guest coming over.

Jounouchi tries not to chew his lip as he waits for the elevator to reach the top floor. Meeting at Seto’s manor is one thing, his office is new territory. He almost bolts out once the doors open.

The office is easy enough to find; it has the largest doors. He takes a deep breath and walks inside.
The place is neat and orderly, as to be expected. Seto has huge control issues and has to have everything in its place. Jounouchi dumps his bag on a chair and has a good look around. The other teen isn’t anywhere in sight, but that doesn’t guarantee he’s not being watched.

He mentally sighs and casually poses on the desk. This has to be what Seto has in mind. The clothes and jewelry could be something that the son of a client would wear. Why else would the brunet have him meet him in his office after hours but to act out a work-related fantasy? Jounouchi feels his lips pulling into a grin. He has to admit that HE’S had a few work-related fantasies too. It’s nice to know that the billionaire is human on some levels.

The door opens. Jounouchi wipes off his smile and puts on his ‘business’ face.

Seto’s breath catches in his throat. The raw hunger in his sharp eyes makes the blond want to squirm, but he manages to keep acting his role and puts on a lazy smirk instead. “You called for a private meeting,” Jounouchi says then pauses, trying to think of how to address Seto in this game, “Kaiba-dono?” Jounouchi feels his cock stirring to life inside his pants as Seto prowls towards him.
“Yes, Jounouchi-dono. I want to discuss the Striker Deal.”
“Yeah?” The blond doesn’t move from his spot as Seto’s hands anchor on either side of his hips on the desk. “And what part needs rediscussing?” Jounouchi licks his lips. The brunet is so close but he’s not touching him. It’s maddening.
“There’s not enough in it for me. There needs to be a little something extra.” They can feel each other’s warm breaths. If either of them leans forward just a little...
“What more do you want to make this deal go through?”

Blue locks with golden brown. “I want you.”
Jounouchi’s breath is caught in his throat just before it’s stolen by Seto’s lips and tongue. The taller teen pulls Jounouchi closer, wedging himself in between long legs and grinding their groins together. Jounouchi moans and tangles his fingers in chestnut hair.

This isn’t the first time that they’ve done role play, but it is the first time that Seto has said such a heavy line. Jounouchi can’t believe how much his body reacted to it. They’ve only just started and he’s already fully hard inside of his pants, throbbing with the need.

Seto pulls Jounouchi off of the expansive desk and to a door the blond hadn’t noticed before. Inside is a small room with a futon in bed mode, and some other things Jounouchi can’t be bothered to take note of at the moment.

Clothing is removed and set aside, and the bed quickly occupied by two eager bodies. Jounouchi resists when he feels a pressure on his shoulders pushing him down. “Dammit, no! I’m not putting anything in my mouth!” the blond protests.
“Heh, you will.” Pearly white teeth nip Jounouchi’s lips. Jounouchi stares at the brunet with wide eyes. Is the other teen being ‘playful’? Seto just smirks and rolls them over, grinding their hips together.
“You have a morbid sense of humor, you know that?” the blond says in between moans. Seto kisses him again instead of responding, and Jounouchi decides that conversation doesn’t have a place there.

The sun sinks beyond the horizon and gives birth to the moon. Breaths are exchanged, flesh is touched and tasted. Moans and heartbeats fill their ears.
Want and need mix as readily as their bodies that cling and thrust and buck and strain, covered in sweat and growing heat.
They howl like wolves as they reach their peaks with the moon, hitting completion for the final time that night.

Then they lie there in one another’s arms, panting and listening to sleep’s tempting song.

~

Seto is still asleep when I wake up. It was especially good tonight, fun even. It would be even better if I could go back to sleep, but I have to be home before dad gets up. I wouldn’t want my old man freaking out or something.

But I sit there for a long minute. I don’t know why I don’t just get up and leave like I always do. There’s no reason why I would wanna stay longer than I already have.

For once I’m grateful for Seto’s pain in the ass quirk and grab my clothes from their folded pile to get dressed. I need to hurry home. I have to get up early and make breakfast and stuff, and I promised the guys to hang out with them afterwards. I can’t be half asleep.

I take a guess and open the drawer to the bedside table. Inside is the usual blank envelop, which I tuck into my back pocket. I pause again. Inside my pocket is a trinket I forgot I bought from a street vendor.
I pull it out and look it over.

It’s just a simple keychain that displays the kanji for power in a bold blue. I guess I bought it because I had been thinking of Seto at the time. It seems like something Mister Narcissistic would have.
On some stupid impulse I kiss it then lay it on the table and quickly shuffle my butt outta there.

I don’t know why I bothered. It was just a whim.
A thoughtless gift.