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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Delivery boy
You bet I own ‘em.
A/N: right, so um I got sucked into the evil underworld of Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu-gi-Oh fanfiction about 3 weeks ago. But, damn, I’m so fucking hooked. Anyways. This is my first YGO fic, and my first PWP. (obviously, I need work in both departments.) I said I’d never write a YGO fic since I’ve seen maybe 10 episodes. Yet, Seto and Jou struck and here I am. I apologize if you were expecting this to be good, it’s just an absence of point, plot, and any good smut. If anyone likes the idea at all and would like to write about it in a way which _does_ have a point, feel free to to steal it.
Delivery-boy
Seto Kaiba leaned back in his chair away from the illuminating glare of his laptop. He had been working in his Kaiba Corp. office since the wee hours of the morning and, seeing as it was nearly 10pm, he decided he deserved a little break. A _Pizza_ break.
He smirked as he picked up the phone and dialed the only pizza joint that mattered. (If one was paying attention you could that he didn’t in fact dial, since the number just *happened* to be on speed dial.)
A bored, female voice answered. “Rocket Pizza, how may I help you?”
“Yes, I would like a large pizza with pineapple slices and potato,” /. . .with a side of Jou. . ./ he smirked.
“Where is this being delivered?”
“Kaiba Corp. Seto Kaiba’s office.”
The woman paused, realizing exactly who she was talking to. When she finally continued, her voice was no longer bored, but energetic and breathy in what Seto figured was an attempt to be seductive.
“Anything else I can get for you?”
“No,” he growled, quite ready to be finished conversing with this annoying woman and impatient to get his, ah, pizza.
“It should be over in about 20 minutes,” she purred.
“hm,” was all he grunted before before slamming down the reciever and resigning himself to a bit more work before his delivery arrived.
Seto quickly closed his laptop and licked his lips with anticipation as a heavy knock sounded on the door.
“Come in.”
The smirk that had been playing o his lips widened into a highly amused smile as the door opened top reveal Jou, in full delivery-boy regalia (including the hat with a rocket made of pepperoni and a box of pizza.)
His smile had turned to a small frown however by the time Jou had tossed the piza and his dumb hat carelessly onto the desk, under which he crawled, where he was now fighting with the CEO’s belt in an attempt to remove it.
Okay, so he wasn’t frowning at the prospect of what Jou was obviously about to do. But still, they usually at least bantered a bit before they—
Seto’s mind was relieved of all thoughts he may have been entertaining as Jou released his rapidly hardening erection from his business pants and licked the tip.
The brunette let out a shuddering breath. He couldn’t see Jou’s face, but he knew he must have been smiling. He’d always liked to tease Seto a bit.
But no matter. It seemed Jou wasn’t in the mood for much teasing today because after just a moment he wrapped his slick tongue around Seto’s cock and eased it into his warm, waiting mouth.
Seto groaned with pleasure and thrust unconsciously in an attempt to feel more of that exquisite, hot wetness.
Jou’ hands snaked themselves up the CEO’s thighs before coming to rest on his hip, holding them to keep him from thrusting again. Nevertheless, he complied with Seto’s unspoken wishes by taking him a bartharther into his mouth and working his tongue with dedication.
Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting the chorus of pants and half-formed words that had been emanating from Seto’s mouth.
“Fuuuck.” It was more of a moan than anything which caused Jou to smile around the CEO’s dick.
Seto couldn’t see it, but his, er, delivery-boy had gotten a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“What!” he half growled, half groaned as he hastily put the receiver to his ear.
“Mr.Kaiba? I’ve just gotten word that your new contact from America is on his way to Domino and wishes to meet with you tomorrow at noon. However, at that same time you have that important business meeting--”
“Just, hnnnnn, tell-- Oh God!”
Seto wound his free hand in the blond’s hair. It seemed that jou was pulling out all the stops. /When!?! And fucking _Where_!?! did he learn to deep throat!?!/
“Mr.Kaiba?” the secretary asked with concern.
“I’m. . .just, ah—“ but Seto couldn’t string two words together. He was close now. So. . .bloody. . .close. . .He just—
Jou had known how close he was and had relased one hip in order to reach and fondle Seto’s balls. With one last ferocious suck, Seto exploded into Jou’s mouth.
“JOU!”
He must have blacked out for a second because when he opened his eyes, the phone was lying on the floor, forgotten, and Jou had finished licking him clean and now rested his head on Seto’s thigh, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
Seto ran his fingers through the boy’s blond locks.
“What are you doing under my desk, Mutt?”
Jou rolled his eyes and pinched the blue-eyed boy’s leg.
“mmm. I was in a hurry. I was supposed to be at Yug’s five minutes ago.” He paused. “And, now you owe me one,” he finished coquettishly.
“hmm.” Seto smirked down at him. “What time do you work tomorrow?”
“Err. . .” Jou glanced up cautiously. “Well, actually I’m off tomorrow. . .”
They’d done this a lot (in various levels of debauchery), but they’d never done it outside of work. That’s how it had all started, as an escape from the banality of work. And, yeah, okay, the sex was amazing too.
Seto took a minute before replying. “Be that as it may, I just couldn’t stand to be in the debt of a dog any longer than was necessary,” he looked down seductively. “If you were to stop by the mansion tomorrow night, I’m sure I could think of a few ways to remove myself from that d”
”
Jounnednned. He quickly clamored out from under the desk and stood over Seto’s chair, leaning him back for a kiss.
“Tomorrow, then,” he smirked as he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.
“You know, pup,” Seto called, causing Jou to pause in the open doorway, “I don’t even like pizza.”
-End-
(well, they of course had mad sex the next night.)
A/N but yeah. Like I said my first attempt at any sort of smut. Not very good. I guess I’ll have to do some research by reading lots and lots of smut. Oh, darn.
Oh, and the pizza toppings? Don’t ask me. I’m vegan, I don’t even eat pizza. My one friend likes it though.
And sorry they aren’t really in character. *shrug* and sorry it’s almost fluffy or something at the end. I positively adore Seto/Jou, but I don’t like it being a fluffy sort of relationship. More like a passionate relationship where they’re often fighting and having make-up sex. *shrug* if I can ever write something that doesn’t have a happy ending, I’ll write about that someday. . .
A/N: right, so um I got sucked into the evil underworld of Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu-gi-Oh fanfiction about 3 weeks ago. But, damn, I’m so fucking hooked. Anyways. This is my first YGO fic, and my first PWP. (obviously, I need work in both departments.) I said I’d never write a YGO fic since I’ve seen maybe 10 episodes. Yet, Seto and Jou struck and here I am. I apologize if you were expecting this to be good, it’s just an absence of point, plot, and any good smut. If anyone likes the idea at all and would like to write about it in a way which _does_ have a point, feel free to to steal it.
Delivery-boy
Seto Kaiba leaned back in his chair away from the illuminating glare of his laptop. He had been working in his Kaiba Corp. office since the wee hours of the morning and, seeing as it was nearly 10pm, he decided he deserved a little break. A _Pizza_ break.
He smirked as he picked up the phone and dialed the only pizza joint that mattered. (If one was paying attention you could that he didn’t in fact dial, since the number just *happened* to be on speed dial.)
A bored, female voice answered. “Rocket Pizza, how may I help you?”
“Yes, I would like a large pizza with pineapple slices and potato,” /. . .with a side of Jou. . ./ he smirked.
“Where is this being delivered?”
“Kaiba Corp. Seto Kaiba’s office.”
The woman paused, realizing exactly who she was talking to. When she finally continued, her voice was no longer bored, but energetic and breathy in what Seto figured was an attempt to be seductive.
“Anything else I can get for you?”
“No,” he growled, quite ready to be finished conversing with this annoying woman and impatient to get his, ah, pizza.
“It should be over in about 20 minutes,” she purred.
“hm,” was all he grunted before before slamming down the reciever and resigning himself to a bit more work before his delivery arrived.
Seto quickly closed his laptop and licked his lips with anticipation as a heavy knock sounded on the door.
“Come in.”
The smirk that had been playing o his lips widened into a highly amused smile as the door opened top reveal Jou, in full delivery-boy regalia (including the hat with a rocket made of pepperoni and a box of pizza.)
His smile had turned to a small frown however by the time Jou had tossed the piza and his dumb hat carelessly onto the desk, under which he crawled, where he was now fighting with the CEO’s belt in an attempt to remove it.
Okay, so he wasn’t frowning at the prospect of what Jou was obviously about to do. But still, they usually at least bantered a bit before they—
Seto’s mind was relieved of all thoughts he may have been entertaining as Jou released his rapidly hardening erection from his business pants and licked the tip.
The brunette let out a shuddering breath. He couldn’t see Jou’s face, but he knew he must have been smiling. He’d always liked to tease Seto a bit.
But no matter. It seemed Jou wasn’t in the mood for much teasing today because after just a moment he wrapped his slick tongue around Seto’s cock and eased it into his warm, waiting mouth.
Seto groaned with pleasure and thrust unconsciously in an attempt to feel more of that exquisite, hot wetness.
Jou’ hands snaked themselves up the CEO’s thighs before coming to rest on his hip, holding them to keep him from thrusting again. Nevertheless, he complied with Seto’s unspoken wishes by taking him a bartharther into his mouth and working his tongue with dedication.
Suddenly, the phone rang, interrupting the chorus of pants and half-formed words that had been emanating from Seto’s mouth.
“Fuuuck.” It was more of a moan than anything which caused Jou to smile around the CEO’s dick.
Seto couldn’t see it, but his, er, delivery-boy had gotten a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“What!” he half growled, half groaned as he hastily put the receiver to his ear.
“Mr.Kaiba? I’ve just gotten word that your new contact from America is on his way to Domino and wishes to meet with you tomorrow at noon. However, at that same time you have that important business meeting--”
“Just, hnnnnn, tell-- Oh God!”
Seto wound his free hand in the blond’s hair. It seemed that jou was pulling out all the stops. /When!?! And fucking _Where_!?! did he learn to deep throat!?!/
“Mr.Kaiba?” the secretary asked with concern.
“I’m. . .just, ah—“ but Seto couldn’t string two words together. He was close now. So. . .bloody. . .close. . .He just—
Jou had known how close he was and had relased one hip in order to reach and fondle Seto’s balls. With one last ferocious suck, Seto exploded into Jou’s mouth.
“JOU!”
He must have blacked out for a second because when he opened his eyes, the phone was lying on the floor, forgotten, and Jou had finished licking him clean and now rested his head on Seto’s thigh, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
Seto ran his fingers through the boy’s blond locks.
“What are you doing under my desk, Mutt?”
Jou rolled his eyes and pinched the blue-eyed boy’s leg.
“mmm. I was in a hurry. I was supposed to be at Yug’s five minutes ago.” He paused. “And, now you owe me one,” he finished coquettishly.
“hmm.” Seto smirked down at him. “What time do you work tomorrow?”
“Err. . .” Jou glanced up cautiously. “Well, actually I’m off tomorrow. . .”
They’d done this a lot (in various levels of debauchery), but they’d never done it outside of work. That’s how it had all started, as an escape from the banality of work. And, yeah, okay, the sex was amazing too.
Seto took a minute before replying. “Be that as it may, I just couldn’t stand to be in the debt of a dog any longer than was necessary,” he looked down seductively. “If you were to stop by the mansion tomorrow night, I’m sure I could think of a few ways to remove myself from that d”
”
Jounnednned. He quickly clamored out from under the desk and stood over Seto’s chair, leaning him back for a kiss.
“Tomorrow, then,” he smirked as he grabbed his hat and headed for the door.
“You know, pup,” Seto called, causing Jou to pause in the open doorway, “I don’t even like pizza.”
-End-
(well, they of course had mad sex the next night.)
A/N but yeah. Like I said my first attempt at any sort of smut. Not very good. I guess I’ll have to do some research by reading lots and lots of smut. Oh, darn.
Oh, and the pizza toppings? Don’t ask me. I’m vegan, I don’t even eat pizza. My one friend likes it though.
And sorry they aren’t really in character. *shrug* and sorry it’s almost fluffy or something at the end. I positively adore Seto/Jou, but I don’t like it being a fluffy sort of relationship. More like a passionate relationship where they’re often fighting and having make-up sex. *shrug* if I can ever write something that doesn’t have a happy ending, I’ll write about that someday. . .