Chapter Six
Authoress: Keishi
BIG FAT WARNING:
Contains m/m relationships
ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!!
Disclaimer
"Wait," Seto reached across and pulled the blond back. "I want to see your house."
"See it? It's right there, in all it's lovely splendor. Well, bye." And Jou tentatively wriggled out of Kaiba's grip, grabbing his book bag from the floorboard.
"I thought, since we're temporarily friends and all, that you could just show me a peek into your life. I'd like to know how the other half live for a change."
"Yeah, I bet you'd like to see how the other half live. Probably give you a culture shock unlike anything you've ever had before," Katsuya muttered. "You probably don't even know what it's like to live without servants."
Kaiba looked down at the plush leather upholstery of his expensive foreign car for a moment, eyes shuttered. He barked out a quiet, bitter laugh. "Actually, I do. Rather well, in fact."
Jou looked on in confused sympathy for the briefest of minutes. He chewed on his lip, before opening his mouth. "Wanna come inside for a bit? I think we got a couple cans of soda or something."
Kaiba looked up, a brief flash of gratefulness entering his eyes before he schooled them back to their indifferent stare. "Sure," he shrugged, shoulders obviously unused to the casual gesture, figuring Mokuba would be fine by himself for another hour or so.
Once inside, the pair made their way into the kitchen, Jou silently thanking whatever deity there was out there that he had the foresight to clean it thoroughly the other day. He rummaged around in the fridge, pushing things about, looking for some soda, when he felt a pair of eyes seemingly boring a hole into his back. He swiveled his head-- and met Seto's hungry look.
'Oh no,' he thought, heart beating fast. 'There's that look again. What the fuck.' He straightened, turning around after securing two cans of generic soda in his suddenly sweaty palms.
Seto looked at Jou's rear unabashedly as the blond was bent over, searching the refrigerator. When Katsuya met his gaze, the CEO glanced quickly away, a fierce blush already creeping up his neck. 'Ra dammit, he caught me looking _again_. What am I, some idiotic secondary-school fucktard who can't keep it in my pants?'
"Uh, here." Jou shoved one of the cans at Seto, turning and walking into the family room. "Want to watch some t.v. or something?" He kept his voice light, hoping maybe the brunet wouldn't notice how nervous he was.
"Not really," Seto said dryly, musing over all the times Mokuba tried to get his big brother to watch his favorite shows. His mouth lifted in a slight tilt; if one looked close, they might have even called it a smile.
"Well, then what the hell are we supposed to do?" Jou demanded, one hand on his jutting hip. No matter how nervous Seto could make him, the CEO could make him angry even more.
Seto sighed. He knew this truce wouldn't last. "Let's just... sit."
"And what, talk about the past, the present, the future? Share secrets and love notes?" The blond duelist sounded irritated. "No thanks."
"Come up with something better then, koinu... Katsuya."
The blond glared at Kaiba. "I heard that," he growled out, though he wasn't really mad.
"I corrected myself, didn't I?"
Jou shrugged, his shoulders very used to the gesture. "Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
Seto sighed, sitting stiff-backed on the ridiculously overstuffed couch. "That's childish."
Jou stuck out his tongue. Hey, if he was already being childish...
Kaiba looked at Jou with an unreadable look on his face. Then, he laughed. And not in that 'you fool' kind of laughter either; he downright chuckled good-naturedly. Jou was mystified.
"What's so funny?"
"You looked like Mokuba when you did that." Seto covered his mouth, not quite wiping the genuine smile off his face.
"Did what?" Jounouchi asked innocently.
"You know..." Seto purred out dangerously.
Katsuya raised his eyebrows, determined. "No, really, I don't. Care to show me?"
Seto looked at Jou as if he just asked him to translate the Bible from it's original Aramaic. "Not on your life."
Jou smirked. "Heh."
Seto looked at Jou for a long moment, eyes narrowed in a promise of much pain. Then, he stuck out his tongue. "That."
The blond howled. "Oh gods, I didn't think you'd actually do it! Oh geez, that was almost funny!" He clutched his side, which still ached considerably from that day's practice, snorting into his other hand.
Seto's eyes twinkled, but his face remained molded in it's usual stoic countenance. He arched one eyebrow when his rival fell onto the soft carpeted floor, still laughing his head off. He began to grow impatient when the blond curled himself around the coffee table, clutching at it as if for dear life, still giggling madly.
"Is that entirely necessary?" His voice cut through Jounouchi's howls, silencing the blond-- somewhat.
Jou got up from the floor, a stupid grin plastered across his face. "I-- ha ha-- never thought I'd see you do something so--" His own giggles cut him off.
"Something so... what?"
"So...," Jou smiled widely, leaning close to the brunet. "Something so cute!" He burst into another riot of laughter, this time managing to stay on the couch, however. Though he did lean a bit closer than planned, and found his giggling face eye-level with the fluttering pulse at the base of Seto's neck. Suddenly, things weren't so funny anymore.
Seto, in spite of himself, bent his head slightly, inhaling the clean, soapy smell of Jou's still-damp hair. Ra, he smelled good, like the wild outdoors; burnt leaves, autumn skies, crystal clear lakes. The scent was heady, intoxicating, and suddenly Seto found what little restraint he had was gone, flying out the window along with Jou's laughter.
"Seto?" Katsuya eased his head up slowly, looking deep into hazy blue eyes. His voice was wavering, uncertain.
Seto's hand came up and twined itself in soft, damp locks, tenderly holding the brown-eyed boy's head. His own head was moving downwards, and Kaiba didn't remember giving it permission to do so. He was locked on that pouty, full-lipped mouth, open slightly, so very inviting. At that moment in time, there was only one thing the CEO wanted, and that thing was tilted sexily up at him, silently urging him to take what was his.
Katsuya fisted a handful of his own shirt, bringing himself ever closer to his most hated rival, and all he could think about was how good it would feel to have those deceptive, sensuous lips on his. He closed his eyes slowly, lost in the moment, waiting.
Seto closed the distance between them, pressing soft, yet demanding lips to Jou's luscious mouth. He kissed the blond slowly, relishing the taste of Katsuya, a taste he realized he never wanted to be without.
Neither wanted to go any faster, just ravishing each other's mouth lazily, drinking deep of each other's taste. Katsuya's hands wound their way around Seto's neck, opening his mouth further, brushing tongue against tongue. The sensation brought a rush of adrenaline up Jou's spine, but he didn't dare speed up the pace, because this; being held in Kaiba's arms like he was a precious jewel, being drunk down by the millionaire; this was just _right_.
Kaiba pulled away first, gasping for air, arms still wrapped around Jou's shoulders. He couldn't tear his eyes away from that amazing mouth, swollen, pliant, complacent. He was just about to dip his head for another sample of those wonderful lips, when he heard an ancient car rattle it's way into the driveway.
"Oh, shit, Dad!" Jou's eyes were wide as saucers as he pushed Seto away. The blond had just opened his soda and taken a long drink of it, Seto scooting back to his proper end of the couch, when Jounouchi, Sr. entered the home.
"Oh, hey, Katsuya, who's your friend?" Jou's dad walked over and plunked down on the only other available seating, a ragged easy chair. He laced his hands over his stomach and smiled amiably at Kaiba.
"This is Seto Kaiba, Dad," Jou mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Seto extended a hand courteously, which Jou's dad shook with gusto.
"Ah, I should have guessed, what with such a beautiful car parked out front. Pleasure to meet you, Kaiba-san."
"As is mine, Jounouchi-san," Seto returned, launching into small talk and baffling the younger Jounouchi with his professional, friendly manner. His face was passive, stoic, but when Jou's dad wasn't looking, he glanced pointedly at the blond, confusing him further.
After a few minutes, Seto claimed family responsibilities and excused himself from the Jounouchi household. Katsuya followed him out to his car, trying his hardest not to look at the contrast of the gleaming vehicle to the drab, paint-peeling mess that was his home.
"So, five then?"
Seto looked up from unlocking his car. "What?" His voice was guarded.
"Tomorrow... practice... five o'clock?" Jou shoved his hands into his uniform pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet. A sinking feeling was replacing the euphoric one he had felt just moments before, enveloped so securely in Kaiba's strong hold.
"Oh... of course." Seto looked at Jounouchi blandly, emotionlessly. "Tomorrow, then."
"...Yeah," Jou said, trying not to show the hurt he was feeling inside all of a sudden. It seemed like Seto wanted to pretend nothing had happened, that things were as they always had been. Fine, Jou could play that game, too. He walked away, bounding up the stairs, refusing to turn around when he heard the engine purr to life. By the time Jou made it inside the house, Seto was already roaring down the street.
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TBC.
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