Source of Eternal Frustration

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Source of Eternal Frustration


’One more dog-comment from that son-of-a-bitch, and I SWEAR, I’m gonna beat the living day-lights out of him, no matter what Yuugi and the others think!’

Jounouchi had been walking around in this angry haze for several weeks now, constantly fighting off his temper and violent tendencies. But now enough was enough.

To hell with Kaiba! So what if he had helped them out a few times? That, compared to all the shit he had put him through over time, was absolutely miniscule.

He slammed his locker shut and turned to leave the school. Fuck the party the school was throwing for the senior year-students; he was leaving before he smashed a table and had to add that to his already long list of debts. But, alas, when he turned he ended up face-to-face with his personal Source of Eternal Frustration: Kaiba Seto.

And tonight mister Kaiba seemed to be having a rather good time, judging by the smirk he was gracing the world with. Jou never knew which was worse – the condescending-emotionless-look or that superior I’m-better-than-you-smirk. It was a tough battle, but at the moment the smirk was winning by a mile. What the hell was that rich kid standing so close to him for? Why would Kaiba even be near him at all?

He had to tilt his head upwards to stare mutely at the taller than hell brunette, who only returned the gaze with one of boredom. After five minutes of battle without any physical contact or verbal-jousting, Jou finally looked away. This was a fucking waste of time. He had a job to get to in the morning, and before that fucking four hours sleep to catch. If lucky.

He turned on his heels and started walking. Fuck that the exit was the opposite way, there was no way he would walk past Kaiba and give the ice-burg a chance to do or say something. Besides, there was a backdoor.

He hadn’t had a chance to vent his anger and frustration for a looong long time. Otogi and Honda refused to fight physically with him, and there was no way he would provoke Bakura or Malik. Strong and skilled at hand-to-hand combat or not, in his book they were still psychos and would probably cheat with their shadow-magic anyway. And Kaiba had been hot on his case for the last couple of weeks, which hadn’t helped either.

A frustrated sigh escaped him and he clenched his teeth.

He had a visual of the exit when he finally noticed that there was a second pair of boots walking the hallways with him. The blond stopped in his tracks and turned.

‘What in hell--?’

Kaiba was following him. What in the name of flippin’ Jesus Christ did he want now? Kaiba had just spent the entire time at the party annoying Jou to no end, constantly insulting him, and generally just destroying his good mood. Hadn’t he done enough damage for one night?!

“Why are you following me, money bags? Go to your fancy limo and leave me the fuck alone. I don’t have the fucking time or patience to deal with you”

“You wouldn’t know patience if it hit you in the face, Mutt.”

“Shut the hell up rich boy, it’s not like you’re patience reincarnated. And if you say one more goddamn thing about dogs I’m gonna beat you senseless.”

“Dogs shouldn’t disobey their masters, Mutt. Do I need to bring out a muzzle to keep your mouth shut?”

That was it.

“Fuck you Kaiba!”

Jou took the four steps that separated them and flung a punch at Kaibas jaw.

Except it never connected.

He looked surprised at the slim, long-fingered, but surprisingly strong hand that was holding his own fisted hand. How had the paper pusher been able to stop his punch like that? Jounuchi had single-handedly mopped the floor with gangs back in the day, but one spoiled rich kid he couldn’t handle? He growled and barred his teeth.

Kaiba merely stood there, looking at him with one eyebrow slightly lifted. And he was smirking of course. Fucking asshole.

Jou aimed a kick at his hip, but that was caught by the other hand. Now his right arm and left leg had been incaptured and he felt really stupid. 'Never let the enemy incapacitate your movement'. It was like, rule number one on the streets. Next to, 'if you see the cops, run like hell or hide'.

The smirk grew and Jounuchi grimaced. Suddenly Kaiba pulled on his leg and Jou nearly lost his balance. Kaiba was freaking reeling him in by his leg like he was some kind of fish. He ended up flush against Kaiba with his right hand lifted so that he barely could stand on his toes. Annoying tall asshat.

There was a glint in the beautiful blue eyes, an evil smirk, and Jou’s hand was lifted even higher, which forced him to make a decision.

1: He could wrap his legs around Kaiba’s hips and avoid colliding with the floor. Embarrassing but potentially not painful.

2: He could ignore the danger, hope that Kaiba could hold his weight with one hand, and if not, brace himself for being dropped, no doubt causing a harsh reunion of his body with the floor. Possibly with his head first in line.

This would, of course mean a hospital-visit, and more money to pay, which meant more work to be done, and less food to eat the next three months.

As Kaiba lifted his hand further and pulled on his leg, he reacted on instinct; he used his one foot to jump up and wrapped his legs around Kaibas’ waist, clinging on to his rival for dear life. His left hand gripped tightly onto the collar on the back of his tormentors’ shirt to stabilize him. His breath came to him in rapid little huffs and he became acutely aware of the compromising position he was in.

He looked up at his right hand, still in the brunettes’ grasp, and then down at the provokingly handsome face, which was smirking at him. Almost leering. Anger boiled deep in Jou's gut.

“And what is the point of this now Kaiba? You never do something unless you get something out of it, what is the grand plan now? Throw me on the floor? Embarrass me in some sneaky way? I can take anything you throw at me money bags.”

He can. He has fucking lived on the streets, been a gang-member, gotten out of the gang again, which is almost a greater deed than getting into the gang, and afterwards lived at least semi-peacefully. He could handle one rich kid. Earlier with the punch, Kaiba had just been lucky.

‘But he is surprisingly strong for someone who pushes paper around all day.’

Now that his brain had caught up after the initial shock and long speech, he realized that Kaiba was actually carrying his entire weight right now. And that Kaibas hand on his leg had relocated itself.

To his ass.

His facial expression changed from rage to some peculiar mix of embarrassment, surprise and alarm.

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Kaiba chuckled. This was definitely better than sacking some staff-member. Jou’s expression was to die for. He deliberately moved his hand so that he was not only supporting the blond's weight, but also holding a cheek in his palm. He considered for a moment, but then let go of the right hand as well, to have two hands fondling Jou’s ass at the same time.

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Jou was in some state of shock. In the back of his head a small voice was screaming something along the line of that his hands and legs were free now, so scram, run, just get the hell away. And he vaguely agreed, but his body had decided, on its own, not to answer any command he gave it. The only part of ham that was still active was his face. He could feel his eyes widening and a faint blush spread traitorously across his face.

And Kaiba was still just smirking up at him, looking more than a little pleased with him self.

Unexpectedly Kaiba started walking, towards the backdoor-exit, but made a turn and suddenly Jou could feel lockers behind his back, supporting him. Kaiba shifted him a bit, and lifted him. Now his eyes were looking at a perfectly straight nose, for which he had a far-away-feeling that he should punch in right now. But his arms stayed in their position, wrapped over Kaiba’s shoulders, with his hands clinging on the back of the collar. If anyone walked down the hall right now, he would have absolutely no explanation on why he hadn’t let his legs fall from the brunettes’ waist.

He could feel the hot breath of his rival on his face and the hands on his ass. Yet he didn’t move. He didn’t know why. It was like he was watching himself from a third-person viewpoint, getting molested in a school hallway, with his back against the lockers, and legs wrapped around a slim waist. Then Kaiba’s head started descending towards his, and soft lips were crushed upon his, and a demanding tongue swiftly plunged inside his mouth the moment Jou gasped. He completely dominated his mouth, and coaxed the others tongue into playing along.

Jou had kissed before, but this .. This was a new dimension of kissing. He felt like Kaiba was eating him alive. Wait a minute – Kaiba? …. KAIBA?!

Why in the fucking freaking hell was Kaiba kissing him?! But then he moved his hips in a certain way, and Jou’s trail of thought was derailed and the track melted. He could feel himself hardening as well. It was incredibly embarrassing.

He could practically feel Kaiba’s internal smirk. But at the moment he couldn’t force himself to care. He started kissing back, and fight Kaiba for the dominance, that he had so foolishly let him achieve from the beginning of this. As tongues battled, his hands wondered from his collar to the brown, surprisingly soft hair. Long fingers entangled themselves in the silky brown hair and he pulled just a bit on the hairs at the nape of his neck, which caused Kaiba to take a slight breath of air. Jounuchi turned the battle, and invaded Kaiba-land. But he was promptly forced back, and he was back in submissive position inside his own mouth.

Finally the need for air became too great and Jou turned his head, breaking the kiss.

He looked at Kaiba, musing over the swollen lips, slight color of the face, and sparkling eyes. A victorious sparkle. And the lips pulled into a smirk.

“Seems like you are capable of shutting up.”

Jou sent him a glare and kept panting. When he had finally gotten enough oxygen into his system he asked,

“Why?”

It was a very quiet question, whispered at the top of his lungs.
The smirk widened. Hips grinded into him and hands squeezed his ass.

“Because I can.” came the answer.

“What?!” was the indignant reply.

“I own you Puppy, and I treat things I own however I please.”

Brown eyes widened yet again, and a snarl played on slightly pink lips.

“You do not own me you sick prick. You forced yourself on me.” Jounuchi grounded out through clenched teeth.

Kaiba’s hips grinded against his hard-on once more, resulting in a breathless gasp.

“This” hips moved again “is proof that you weren’t exactly unwilling.”

Jou blushed. ‘Shit, shit shit...’

The mantra continued in his head, with timely adding of more curse words, as he started struggling. He began pushing his hands against an unfairly hard chest and finally Kaiba let go of him. He landed none-too smoothly and nearly lost his balance. Arms shot out and caught his shoulders, keeping him steady. He looked up.

For a moment he had forgotten how freaking tall the asshole was; now there was nearly a whole head of difference in their height. His nose was at line with a chin. And the prick was still smirking down at him. He tried to move sideways, but the hands that had previously saved him from colliding with the floor, now pressed him against the lockers behind him. As one hand moved to the middle of his chest, the other went for his chin, forcing his head upwards. Another world-spinning kiss later and Jou was panting again.

Steered by strong fingers on his chin Jou turned his head upwards to the right and Kaiba latched onto his neck.

When he pulled back, Jou just knew that there would be a terribly noticeable dark mark left there on his neck. Kaiba took a step back, marveling at his handiwork.

“What the hell was that for?”

“I don’t have a collar for you yet, so this will have to do.” came the snide reply.

“… What?!” Jounuchi's half-screamed answer echoed down the hallway.

Kaiba gave him a mocking peck on the cheek. His forgotten anger boiled deep in Jou's gut.

“You keep away from me, you sick twisted fuck!”

Jou turned and stormed out of the exit. He didn’t stop until he reached the front door, unlocked it, and could let himself into the only safe-zone he knew from Kaiba: his apartment.


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[A.N: So this was thought out like a one-shot, but if you guys want I could try to write a sequel. I promise nothing, but the possibility is there.]