"Ok, ladies, settle down!" Jounouchi shouted as he entered the computer lab. "You can act like girls -" he curtsied, bat his eyes and got a laugh, "- after class. What's the big deal, anyhow?" Across the school, the teenaged girls had been over-excited.

"The Programming sensei will be here today!" Eko-chan answered. "KaibaCorp-sans are so handsome. He'll be here the whole weekend." She and half the class sighed.

"Hey, what am I, over here? Chopped liver?" He pretended to pout. "I teach computers, too! Some hotshot comes in for a weekend seminar, and everybody forgets about Jounouchi-sensei?"

"I still love you, Yankee-Sensei." Biko-chan giggled.

"That's because you couldn't pass the test to get into the programming class," Shiko-chan teased.

Biko-chan tsked and the rest of the class laughed. "I passed," she pouted, "but the class was full."

"I was gonna skip the pop quiz today," Jounouchi announced, "but now my feelings are hurt. Clear your desks." The class groaned. "Nope! Nope! Pens out, take one, pass the rest back. You won't need your laptops, 'cause I'm doin' this old school."

He chuckled as he set up the projector and they gripped. He need his glasses to read the setting, but he'd gotten over that first semester.

Yankee-sensei looks handsome with glasses, his students insisted. Yankee-sensei was the bad-but-mature-type. He had to laugh at that. He'd given up on telling them that he'd never been a motorcycle-riding thug and on getting any of them to actually use his name. Yankee-sensei was better than Bishen-sensei. That was what some of the third-years called him his first week at the all-girls school. That had been uncomfortable.

But now, at the end of his second year, everything was going well. He wasn't the only male teacher on campus, but he was by far the youngest. The students were used to him. They stopped hard-core flirting when he started wearing the gold ring. It wasn't a wedding band, but he didn't correct it when that rumor went flying around the school that he had a secret wife and kids. Now he was handsome-but-safe-to-flirt-with Yankee-sensei in the computer lab.

After class, Diko-chan and Iko-chan loitered.

"You girls need something?"

"No. It's quiet in here, and we have a free period."

"Ah. Well sorry, but you got about ten minutes. I gotta go get the tech from KaibaCorp, and then he's gonna need the room to set up for the weekend."

"Aww!"

"We could help!"

"Uh-huh." Jounouchi grinned. "Tell you what, if he says you can help, you can help. But if he says out, no debate, out. Deal?"

"Deal!"

"Sankyu, Yankee-sensei!"

"Yeah, yeah." He chuckled. "You know, it won't be one of the brothers, right? They're pretty busy."

Iko-chan fluffed her hair. "So? Who cares about them. Last year, the KaibaCorp-san was from Brazil! He said I was very mature."

"He did, huh?" Jounouchi made a mental note to make sure that this year's computer geek wasn't interested in mature girls. Last year's definitely was not. Last year's had spent the weekend in Jounouchi's dorm room, when he wasn't in the classroom. "Was that all he said?"

She blushed and the two giggled.

"Oh I get it - you wanna make me jealous. Well, it won't work. If you're gonna flirt with other teachers, I'll just have to find other helpers."

"Yankee-chan!"

Jounouchi left the room, snickering.

Walking across campus to the administrative building, he was reminded about how big the school was, and how beautiful. Designed to look like a traditional mountain temple village - but with all the modern conveniences - the boarding school was just the place for rich girls to become proper young ladies. A great job, an amazing location. He did miss hanging out with his friends, but with Honda and Otogi in Tokyo, and Yugi in Egypt most of the time, they hadn't even talked in a few months.

Plus, he enjoyed teaching. He didn't expect that when he took the certification test. He only took it because he figured the test would be easy and it would get his guidance counselor off his case. Looking back, he couldn't imagine doing anything else.

When Jounouchi reached the front office, the staff were all clustered around the front desk in a frenzy.

"I guess he's here?" He laughed.

"In Headmistress' office," the secretary's eyes were practically heart shaped, "and he's gorgeous!"

"He's that good? Maybe I should try. How do I look?" He smoothed his hair and straightened his tie.

The records clerk smacked his arm. "Don't you dare! The women of the world need at least one good looking real man!"

"Abuse! You saw that, right?"

"Oh! Tsk! Hit his face so we have a chance!"

"Tell you what, I won't try hard." He grinned at them. "I can go in?"

The secretary waved him off with an amused sigh. "Yeah, they're expecting you."

Of all the things Jounouchi expected, seeing Kaiba Seto himself was not on the list.

"Ah!" The headmistress and the guest stood. "Kaiba-sama, this is our new resident computer studies instructor, Jounouchi Katsuya-san. Jounouchi-sensei teaches basic skills - word processing, spreadsheets, and the like. Jounouchi-sensei, this is our adjunct instructor Kaiba Seto-sama."

Jounouchi bowed. "Honored to meet you. Please let me assist you while you are our guest."

Kaiba looked at him for a moment. "Thank you for the assistance." He stood up. "Well, I don't want to take up any more of your time. Where will I be staying this year?"

"The male teacher's dorm…." Her voice trailed off as her eyes went wide.

"We have a full staff now," Jounouchi jumped in, guessing the problem, "so one of the teachers is volunteering his room for your use. I can bunk with Hashimi-sensei."

"I see. Then if everything is settled, I should get started. Headmistress." Kaiba nodded to her. He gestured to Jounouchi. "Shall we?"

"Of course." Jounouchi stuck his tongue out at the secretary as he passed her desk, and led Kaiba out. The executive had a rolling cart with several cases. "Here, I'll take that."

"No need. Lead on. The classroom first."

"Ok."

They walked for a bit in silence.

"Is there a reason you didn't mention that we were previously acquainted?" Kaiba asked.

Jounouchi felt his cheeks warm. "Not a specific one. We weren't friends. Frankly, I wasn't sure you even remembered me."

"The mutt trailing behind Mutou and his happy band? The Yankee half who wanted to be dueling king?"

Jounouchi stopped. "Ok. Look. High school was a million years ago and all the rest of what happened was, well, what it was. I let go of any grudges I had, and I don't want any new ones. If working with me is not cool, I can find somebody else."

Kaiba looked at him, then slowly smiled. He started walking toward the classroom again. "So, when did you decide to become a teacher? I thought you would have followed your friend into archaeology."

Jounouchi considered himself answered and caught up. "No urge to go back to Egypt. Ever."

"Agreed."

"Yeah…. So. Anyway, my counselor thought I'd be good at it, and I passed the test, so here I am."

"Indeed. And are you? Good at it, I mean."

"I guess?" Jounouchi laughed sheepishly. "I haven't gotten -"

"Yankee-sensei!" Jiko-chan came running up to them. "Excuse me." She cleared her throat, smoothed her hair, and bowed politely. "Jounouchi-sensei. Please forgive me for disturbing you and our most esteemed guest." She bowed deeply to Kaiba. "Thank you for attending our pitiful school, KaibaCorp-sama."

Jounouchi snorted. "Ok, Jiko-chan, you got the first look. Did you actually need something, or are you just reporting back to everyone what he looks like?"

The girl turned scarlet. "I - uh - homework! Will you be in your office today? I have a homework question!"

"I'm impressed," Kaiba chuckled. "That was quick and plausible."

"And a fib, since I didn't give any today. You got your phone?" The girl nodded and handed it over when Jounouchi reached for it. He took a quick picture of Kaiba and the student. "Now, scoot. We got work to do."

"Yes, Yankee-sensei!" She gushed, beaming. "Thank you, Yankee-sensei!" She sprinted back the way she came.

Jounouchi laughed, "There's gonna be a dozen of those. More once the girls see you." They started walking again.

"Yankee-sensei?"

"They think I'm hiding out from the yakuza."

"You must adore your students. If I were to imply that, you'd take my head off."

"You ain't 16 and cute."

"No. Not for some time."

They reached the building and went up to the lab.

"So how did you get roped into this assignment?" Jounouchi asked as they distributed Seto's software around the room.

"It's my vacation."

"You're working on your vacation?"

"Teaching the class is my vacation. Far more interesting than lying on some dull beach."

"So go camping, or skiing, or go play golf."

"Ugh! I'd rather club myself. This is both more fun and more useful." He indicated the drive he was leaving at each workstation. "This is one of my best recruiting tools."

"They fall in love with you and join the company?"

"No, some of them fall in love with programming, and try to break my code."

Jounouchi laughed, "Yeah, that seriously would never cross my mind!"

"If they reach a deep enough level, they trip a virus that freezes their computer. It gives them a message to come see me for the removal code. It even schedules them an appointment on my calendar."

"Do they show up?"

"Always. But the ones who make it to that level were the most driven to begin with. I offer them a work-study scholarship to Tokyo Institute."

"Impressive." He picked up another box to disburse. "Still. Not a vacation."

"No phone calls, no emails, one job teaching for a few hours, and time to myself? It's a weekend in heaven."

"Is that how Paulo described it?"

"Paulo? Oh yes, Alvarez came last year. No, that's how it's been in years past. Last year, Mokuba dragged me to some wedding." Kaiba looked at him thoughtfully. "Now I'm doubly sorry I wasn't here."

"Why's that?"

"You -"

The door slid open. "Hurry up!" Diko-chan snapped, "we're going to miss - ahhhh!"

She stopped short and Iko-chan ran into her. The 'mature' teen squeaked as the two stared at Kaiba. They were wearing the maximum amount of make-up the school allowed, and looked like they'd freshened their uniforms and hair.

"Sorry ladies." Jounouchi resisted the urge to flat out laugh at them. "We're pretty much done here. Kaiba, these are two of the students who'll be in the class tomorrow. They were gonna help set up."

"They were? They still can. Do they have access to a color copier?"

"Yeah. Teacher's office has one they can use."

Kaiba pulled out a set of slides. "Single sided, corner stapled. 40 copies. If you ladies still would like to assist."

Iko-chan recovered first. "Ohyes!Yes!ThankyousomuchKaibaCorpsama!" She started for the door, pulling her friend.

Diko-chan seemed to wake up. "Wait!" She bowed deeply. "Welcome, Sensei. We look forward to your class. Thank you for the honor of assisting you." They both bowed and moved toward the door.

Kaiba smirked. "I suggest you take the slides." He still held them.

Both girls turned pink. "Yes, sir." "Sorry."

He handed them the documents. "Go on. Katsuya and I have things to discuss."

Iko-chan and Jounouchi both stared at the executive for moment. Then the teacher shrugged.

"You heard Seto. Leave the copies in my mailbox."

"Yankee-sensei, you know KaibaCorp-sama?" Iko-chan blinked at him.

"Quite well." Kaiba replied. "In fact, he is my oldest friend."

Both girls gaped.

Kaiba made a shooing gesture and the two nearly tripped over themselves trying to leave the room. "Payback," he said when the door closed, "for taking my picture."

"Oldest friend!" Jounouchi burst. "And since when are we on first name basis?"

"A liberty, I will admit. But we have known each for a decade, and we've been friends, I would say for, oh, thirty minutes. Which would make you my oldest friend by at least an hour."

Jounouchi looked at the man, perplexed. They'd known each other for years, true, but he had to have friends at work. Or at least other rich guys. Or…. No. Kaiba was an ass back in the day, but he was an honest ass. If he says he has no friends, he means it. Jounouchi found himself laughing.

"Ok, 'friend'. Come on, there's a British pub in town. You can buy me a beer."

"My overnight bag?"

"We can drop that in my room. I need to talk to Hashimi-san anyway."

As they walked to the male teacher's dorm, Kaiba admired the view. "This used to be a monastery, in the 1700s."

"Oh yeah? I didn't know that."

"It was one of the few places that allowed women sanctuary from abusive husbands and fathers," the executive went on, "but they were expected to work and pray as the brothers did. At some point before WWI, a woman became the head monk. During the war, families would bring their daughters here for protection. And slowly, it became a school."

"You did a lot of research."

"Not I. My grandmother. She was a student here."

"Your grandmother? Wait - you found your family? Your real family?"

"Gozaburo's mother, I should say. He arranged the contract for KaibaCorp to teach here in her memory. Every Hinamatsuri, he would bring Mokuba and I here to extol the virtues of women and pledge his support of the independent Japanese woman."

"Sounds good." Jounouchi nodded. "Any of it true?"

"From him? Unlikely. I suspect he was having a sexual relationship with the Headmistress."

They neared the three-story, sloped-roof building that housed the few male staff.

"Jounouchi," Kaiba sounded thoughtful. "Would it not be simpler if you stay in your room?"

"You want to bunk with Hashimi-san?"

"I thought we could not disturb anyone, and I 'bunk' with you. If our friendship has reached that level."

"Oh, sure. Like I said, you're cool, I'm cool." Jounouchi opened the building door. "I'm up on three, the attic. It's pretty small for two, but it's only a couple nights."

They went to his simple but comfortable room and Jounouchi took off his tie. "You want to change before we go? The suit's kind of formal for the place we're going."

"Very well." He pulled a more casual shirt from his bag. "Where should I change?"

Confused, Jounouchi looked around them as he took off his own dress shirt and slacks. "Here? Unless you'd rather go down to the bathroom." Then a thought occurred to him. "Oh. I get it. Yeah, I am gay. But you are out of my strike zone."

"Out? You do not find me attractive?" Kaiba looked genuinely surprised. "I don't think I've ever heard that before."

Jounouchi laughed and pulled on a baseball shirt. "Sorry. Don't mean to crush your ego, there."

"Don't be. Actually, it's rather refreshing. I can never tell if it's my face or my wallet they see. Having someone say they are not interested in either is rather novel."

"Oh I'm interested in your wallet." Jounouchi snickered. "Like I said, you're buying."

They changed clothes and made their way back to the administrative building. The early evening sun was still bright, and the students were still milling around the campus. Polite groups in two and threes approached them frequently, slowing down the trip. Jounouchi was amused watching the girls vie for Kaiba's attention.

Kaiba, the teacher discovered, was surprisingly patient. He handled the blatant flirtations with a kind smile and a reserved humor. He rebuffed any offers of physical attention - from campus tours to less subtle invitations - by gently reminding the girls he was only there to teach. Occasionally the executive pointed out that it was an unexpected pleasure to see his 'dear kohai' and the way he smiled made it seem like he actually meant it.

Eventually, they made it back to the office so that Jounouchi could sign out and get his car from the small school parking lot.

The five minute drive to town was in an uncomfortable silence.

Kaiba wasn't known for spontaneous gestures or wasted efforts on people who don't give him an advantage. So if he wants to be friends, the teacher had something the executive wanted. He could not begin to guess what.

Jounouchi parked on a bare patch that served as a parking lot and bus station.

"A lot of onsens near here, so plenty of tourists come through. Bus from Odawara comes twice a day - once up, once down."

"In the winter?"

"Until the first snowfall. Too much risk of getting snowed in after that."

"Logical."

"Come on."

They moved through the narrow, winding streets to a building with a sign depicting a flower and a carp. Outside, it looked like a traditional Japanese village shop.

Inside, it was a British pub. The walls were decorated with lions, Union Jacks, a picture of Queen Elizabeth, and dart boards. The menu above the bar listed British fare.

"Guy who owns it is an expat from East London. You gotta say 'east' or he has a fit."

"Accuracy is important."

"Hey! Joey!" A large man behind the bar waved. "Have a seat - I just made a fresh batch of black pudding!"

"Idiot!" Jounouchi laughed as he moved to the bar. "Kaiba, this ugly foreigner is the owner - Lethbridge Stewart. Lefty, this is a friend of mine from my dueling days, Kaiba Seto."

Lefty wiped his hand on the bar towel and offered it. "Please take care of me, Kaiba-san." He paused as they shook hands. "Wait, not THE Kaiba Seto-san! Of KaibaCorp? Sir, it is an honor! I hope this rotten place can serve you well."

"Thank you. This reminds me of a place I frequented while I was in Edinburgh. Is that real black sausage you've got there, or some Japanese rice version?"

"You...like that blood crap?" Jounouchi nearly retched refering to it.

"Too many late nights with robotics majors programing AI specs and drinking stout ale. At 3am, it is amazing what one will eat."

"Ichi!" The owner yelled over his shoulder. "Ichi, run home and bring me my breakfast pudding!"

"I'm studying, old man!" A distant voice replied.

"Excuse me," the man said politely. He turned and moved toward a staircase. "NOW LOOK HERE, BOY…!"

"His son," Jounouchi explained.

"I presumed." They were silent for a moment. "Restroom?" Kaiba asked.

"To the right, behind the bar."

Kaiba left and the owner returned.

"Your regular?"

"Two. And a stout for him, I guess."

"Two?" He pulled the beers. "Problem?"

"Remember I told you there was a guy I was totally hooked on for life?"

"Yeah?" The bartender did a double take. "Wait, him?"

Jounouchi drained the first drink. "Yeah. Totally straight. Staying in my room this weekend."

He whistled and pulled a third beer. "On the house."

Kaiba returned. "Shall we get a table?"

"Yeah." He offered the dark beer. "Cool?"

The executive took the drink and toasted. "Saulu." He swallowed about half of it.

They sat and drank.

"How's your brother?"

"Well, the last we spoke. He decided he wanted a challenge so he is creating an African subsidiary. He's in Nairobi."

"Wow. So, tech? What?"

"It's his." Kaiba finished his beer. "I promised I would not interfere. From what he's shared with me there is some tech, construction, sanitation, security, a rather eclectic mix of projects."

"He making any money?"

The executive smirked. "Not as much as me." They both chuckled.

Then they lapsed into silence.

"How's your sister?"

"She's...uh...good." The teacher forced a smile. "Actually, she's teaching now, too. A school for the blind."

"Her vision -"

"None of the surgeries worked. But she's good. And they did manage to block the nerves so she no longer gets those crazy headaches."

"That is an improvement, yes."

"OK!" The Lefty's voice boomed abruptly. "Joey's regular fish and chips, and one order of black pudding." He served the two plates. "I can bring out another fish, if the -"

"Another round for the table," Kaiba said, diving into his meal, "and an order of chips, please." He took the first bite and nodded, "Excellent!"

"Sure you don't want to try it, Joey?"

"Ugh! I'm not sure I can eat this now."

The owner left, chuckling.

"As I recall, you and fin hair used to eat anything."

"Any food!" Jounouchi pointed to Kaiba's plate. "That's some kind of food substitute."

"You have no idea what you're missing." Kaiba relished another mouthful. "I prefer European oats to Japanese rice but I also prefer their beer to ours, so I imagine that would follow."

"Never pegged you for a beer drinker. Figured you were strictly wine, and those fancy cocktails."

"Depends on where I am. If I'm entertaining clients, I drink what the client is drinking. If I am at home, it's usually beer."

"Huh. That seems, I d'know, too low brow for a high end guy like you."

"I live a high end life now, but I come from low brow roots."

"Move, Jou-ojichan," a young boy put down drinks and a plate of chips. "The old man said you wanted a stout?"

"His. Thanks, Ichi-kun."

"Ah. Welcome, sir." He bowed. "Your drink. May I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you."

They ate in silence.

"Is it that unbelievable?" The executive sucked a finger clean, then took a swallow of beer.

"...is what -"

"Is it impossible to believe that I like black pudding and beer? That I can be just as pedestrian as anyone else.

"You? Pedestrian?" Jounouchi snickered. "Yeah, that's pretty unbelievable."

"Why? I'm human. I have the same needs and wants any other man has. I have desires. Guilty pleasures. Secret fanta-"

"Jounouchi-sensei!" A woman exclaimed. "Everyone, look who's here!"

Six women descended on their table, pulling over chairs and calling out for drinks. Employees of the school. They went out for a girls night, all dressed up for a night in Tokyo instead of a dingy local pub. What luck they happened to run into them.

Jounouchi watched as Kaiba's demeanor changed. He'd never noticed before, but suddenly he could see the discomfort behind the fake smile the executive suddenly wore. He chatted pleasantly with the women, but never shared a real word. The time they spent alone hadn't been entirely comfortable, but it had been the real Kaiba Seto.

"So, is it true? Are you two 'intimate' friends?"

"Well, I wouldn't use the word 'intimate', but Katsuya did spend a week aboard my yacht."

"You have a yacht!?"

"I," he fed a chip to the woman who asked, "have an everything." He wiped his fingers on a napkin and offered a chip to the next one.

"Does that include having a wife?"

"That depends. Do you have a husband?"

They all giggled.

The rest of the conversation was Kaiba smirking as he did his best to turn the women into trained puppies. At first the teacher was annoyed to see the 'old asshole' Kaiba treating his friends like crap. Then he was revolted when he realized that his friends were enjoying the treatment. Then, he was stunned.

Kaiba looked bored.

Even as he smiled and teased and offered a chip to whomever could guess his income, he looked completely disinterested in the game.

The teacher looked at his watch, wondering how he could free them both.

"Is it that late already?" Kaiba asked. "Forgive me, ladies. Katsuya, would you return me to the campus?"

"Oh, but Kaiba-sama, stay! Jounouchi-kun can go back alone if he's tired."

Kaiba signaled Ichi. "Actually, I'm afraid it is I who must interrupt his evening. I have a call with New York scheduled for 11pm. I'll need my my notes. Put the entire table on my card, thank you. And tell your father I may need him to ship those sausages to me. They are delicious."

The boy groaned. "He'll never stop going on about it," he grumbled as he went to close the bill.

Jounouchi watched his co-workers coax but Kaiba stayed firm.

"There." Kaiba signed the receipt. "Are you ready, Katsuya?"

"Sure." He shrugged. He could have left an hour ago for all it mattered.

They got in the car and drove back.

"I gotta ask," Jounouchi said when they were underway. "Do you have to treat people like that?"

"Like what?"

"Yes, you are very cute." He mimic the executive's mocking tones. "Here's a treat. You act like they're monkeys at the zoo."

"Ah. That. People - women in particular - expect me to be charming. Seductive. And nearly unattainable. Nearly is the key word, because they will do almost anything and accept almost any treatment if they believe they can 'attain' me. I've spent time with women from uneducated hostesses to dual PhDs executives and not one has pointed out how condescending I am."

"The one that does will probably slap you."

"And will be the most interesting woman I have ever met. But your question was do I have to be condescending, and the answer is yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna regret this," Jounouchi rolled his eyes. "Why?"

"Because any woman - any person - who would accept being treated like a monkey at the zoo isn't worth my time." Kaiba chuckled. "And would be miserable 'attaining' me. My theory is that there is someone out there who is neither so impressed nor so fearful of me that they will shove the offered treat down my throat."

"So you just act like an asshole to everyone until she appears?"

"Precisely."

"Or, here's a crazy idea. You could not be a dick and just be normal. The guy I had dinner with was actually kinda cool."

"And, if everyone were you, that would be time well spent."

"A world full of me's," Jounouchi snorted. "There's a bad idea." They reached the campus. "Look, your life, and it's not like I should be giving anyone dating advice, but if you want something real, you have to give something real."

"True. All equitable contracts exchange consideration of equal value. Money, labor, time."

"Heh! I don't know who's worth you."

"I know the monetary value. Time, however, is a more difficult commodity to measure. Hopefully one day, someone will look me in the eye and tell me how much I'm worth. Then, we will both know." They got out of the car as Kaiba's phone rang. "Hello," he said in English.

Jounouchi lost the thread of the conversation almost immediately. He wandered a few steps away to the path that led to the dorms. Kaiba followed, still talking. He gestured for the teacher to lead the way. The conversation ended before they reached Jounouchi's room.

"Do you need me to clear out?"

"I thought we'd agreed that you didn't need to disrupt the other instructor."

"Don't you need privacy for your call?"

"I just finished my call."

"That was it?"

"I just needed to confirm a reservation. I could have done it any time, really, but they promised to call when their office opened."

"So, you could have done that at Lefty's."

"Would you have prefered to stay?"

Honestly? "No," he admitted. They looked at each other awkwardly. "So."

After a minute or so, Kaiba cleared his throat, but didn't say anything.

If this were almost any other guy, Jounouchi thought, this would be the moment I pulled him into bed.

"It's still rather early, I suppose." Kaiba said finally.

"Yeah." The teacher rubbed the back of his own neck. "You, uh, you need anything else for tomorrow?"

"No." Kaiba glanced around the room. "I'm not ready for sleep, I'm afraid. What do you normally do at this hour? With a friend?"

"With a friend?" He snickered. "Depends on the friend. Watch TV or a movie. Yug and I duel, Honda's plays xbox 'cause 'Togi won't let him at home."

"I haven't played xbox in years. I get most Kaiba games while they're in beta, but only for a week or so."

"I thought you got to play test everything."

"I used to. I don't have time."

"Well, you got time now." Jounouchi turned on the game console and opened a box. Inside was a large number of games. "Take your pick. You play. I'm gonna go shower."

Jounouchi grabbed a towel and shorts, and left the room. Downstairs, under the shower spray, he sighed heavily. "This sucks."

All those years he spent pining after Kaiba, he'd thought it would have been nice to know something more about him. Something more than what everybody and the press knew. He wanted to say he knew a side of the executive that other people didn't. He thought that would be good, that would be enough.

But, no. In truth, it sucked.

So now he was going to have to sleep knowing that 'Seto' liked beer and chips and that disgusting British crap. Under that rich, stuck up exterior, Kaiba was just a guy, just like everybody else. Just a guy looking for the right girl. Just a regular hot guy with desires. Guilty pleasures. Secret fantasies.

"Crap," he muttered, and began washing.

It's not that he didn't know Kaiba was straight. Of course he knew. Kaiba just never seemed interested in women, in relationships.

Jounouchi chuckled to himself. If he was waiting for a woman to give him an honest opinion, that was gonna be a long wait. No woman even halfway interested in Kaiba was gonna tell him to get bent when he's looking in her eyes and feeding her with those long, elegant fingers. He had to admit, he wouldn't mind being fed a chip or two. Kaiba could fed him something else, too….

And now I'm hard, Jounouchi groaned silently.

He glanced at the door. Most of the other teachers were usually done bathing by now, so he probably had plenty of time. He grabbed his cock and pictured Kaiba. When he fed the women, he wiped he fingers on a napkin. But while they'd been alone, he'd licked the salt from his fingertips. A small, oh-so-common act that would now be embedded in Jounouchi's brain forever. Kaiba...licking...me….

Jounouchi struggled not to groan out loud as he abruptly came all over the shower tiles. He laughed at how quickly he finished and sighed when he realized that it hadn't relieved his stress or desire a bit.

He turned off the shower and dried off. This was gonna be a long night.

He did stop by Hashimi's room to borrow a futon so Kaiba could have his bed.

When he got back to the room, Kaiba was playing Overlord, dressed in blue silk pajamas. He glanced up. "Ah. Thank you."

"For what?"

"The futon. I was thinking the bed was a bit narrow."

"It's wide enough. You'll be fine. I'll take the futon."

"Non-sense. I wouldn't dream of putting you out of your own bed."

"And you ain't sleeping on my floor."

"I don't see why not."

"You're a guest."

"Would Mutou sleep on the floor?"

"Yug would just squeeze in with me."

Kaiba chuckled, "And I am sure you wouldn't want me doing that!"

"Look, if you're worried about the sheets being clean," Jounouchi pushed his brain away from the executive's suggestion, "I can change them."

"Upon reflection," Kaiba abruptly stood up and turned of the game. "I think I am a bit tired. I think I will take the bed." He slipped under the covers and faced the wall. "Good night."

"Ok." Jounouchi was taken aback by the sudden change. "Ok, sure. Night." He spread the futon out and turn out the light.