What little sleep Jounouchi got was between vivid dreams of sleeping with Kaiba. Holding him, being held; Jounouchi's mind couldn't decide which it preferred. Not that Kaiba was the uke type; it was hard to imaging the cool executive allowing himself to be taken. Jou woke with morning wood that was just plain painful.
Kaiba was gone. The bed was made. The blue silk pajamas were folded neatly on the pillow.
The bed probably smells like him now, he thought. Why oh why did I let him sleep in my bed? That image is never gonna leave.
"EH!" Hashimi banged on the door. "You awake in there?"
"Relax," he yelled, trying to see the clock without getting up. 8:30. Saturday classes started at 9. "Shit! I'm up!" He scramble up, and rushed to dress.
Jounouchi made it to class just as the bell rang.
"Ok, ladies!" He took a last swallow of coffee and fixed his tie. "Good morning! Laptops! Come on, come on! I'm ready to work, you should be, too!"
"Too mean, Yankee-sensei," Echiko-chan groused. "No one else does any real work on Saturday!"
"Aw, now don't be that way. You'll like this assignment. Research paper." They all groaned. "The short history of KaibaCorp." Jounouchi grinned as the class squealed. "Web research, five sources - I better see something that's not on the corporate website, alright? At least three pages." He outlined a brief paper on the blackboard. "And photos of Kaiba do not count. Get started."
Ayko-chan raised her hand. "What about interviews, Jounouchi-sensei?"
"If you can get anything from him, sure."
"What about from you?"
"Me? I don't really -"
"At breakfast, Kaiba-sama said you knew everything about him."
Breakfast. That's where he went so early. Jounouchi resisted rolling his eyes. "He may be exaggerating a bit. And anyway, this is about the company, not the guy."
"Does he have a girlfriend?" Jako-chan asked.
"Companies don't have girlfriends."
"How did you meet him?"
It only took five minutes of questions, whining, pestering and cajoling, and Jounouchi caved in.
"Alright already! Geez! Fine! Kaiba and I went to high school together, ok? We were just classmates! That's all, and we weren't even close."
"I heard you went sailing together!"
"What? No! I mean, one time, and it wasn't 'us', it was a group. I mean…. Ok. I know Kaiba 'cause I used to duel professionally. Card dueling, if any of you remember the Duel Monsters game." There was an awed gasp from a few of the students. "Not all that! I never won a championship."
"But you were a finalist at every attempt." Kaiba's voice from the doorway surprised everyone in the room. "You were third ranked in Japan, and fifth worldwide, as I recall."
"Yankee-sensei is famous?"
"Oh yes, quite," Kaiba replied as Jounouchi deferred, "not even slightly."
Kaiba strolled to the front of the room. "Now, I will confess. We did not start out as friends. In fact, for the first year or so, we argued constantly."
"So you can say something true," the teacher intoned.
"When did you become friends?" The girls were enraptured. "Do you have any pictures?"
"We had a… group project, we and a few others. We were forced to depend on each other's skills. When it was over, Katsuya reminded me how important friendship is. On reflection, I should have known then he was destined to be an educator."
"Awwwwwww!"
"Oh stop," Jounouchi groaned. "If I were you, I'd quit asking dumb stuff and ask how he took over a whole corporation at, like, twelve."
Kaiba gave Jounouchi a narrow look. "I'm sure no one wants to hear about that."
"Oh, but we have an assignment, sir." Kako-chan pointed out the notes on the blackboard. "Did you really become chairman when you were twelve?"
"Of course not. I was adopted when I was twelve."
"You can't be a CEO in middle school," Emmako-chan sniped at her classmate.
"As a point of fact, I didn't 'take over the whole corporation' until I was fifteen. But I hadn't started high school yet at the time, so technically, I was a Chief Executive Officer in middle school."
"What about -"
"You all have forty more minutes to finish this assignment," Jounouchi interrupted. "This class is web research, not ogle old guys."
"Web research? Yes, that is a useful skill. Sadly, most people do not know how to use metadata effectively."
Jounouchi smirked at Kaiba. "Yeah? Well not in this class. Who can tell Kaiba here what metadata is?" Every hand in the room went up. "Ennako-chan."
"Metadata is information that describes other data."
"Good! Let's see. Oko-chan, give a couple examples of metadata."
The girl stood. "Metadata can be things like the title, author, and keywords for a website."
"Excellent. One less thing I'll have to explain in Programming."
"Speaking of," Jounouchi pulled a key out of his pocket. "For the lab next door. You can go make sure everything is set."
"I'll need my copies."
"Right. They should be in the office. Keep working, ladies, I will be right back."
Jounouchi rushed to the teacher's office and found the copies where he expected to.
"Why didn't you tell us!" The music, art, and theatre teachers accosted him before he could leave. "Are you really friends with THE Kaiba Seto?"
"Aw, come on," he moaned. "Not you guys, too! What, is he the only man alive?"
"Handsome and straight? Yes!" The art teacher's expression changed. "He is straight, isn't he? And single?"
"Trust me, he's not worth it."
"He's not," the health teacher said, pushing in to reach her mailbox. "He's pretty, but he's too self-centered. Last night, all he could talk about was 'I have a this' and 'I have a that'. I don't think he heard a thing anyone else said, just me, me, me!"
"He's not all that bad," Jounouchi protested.
"Well, one night was enough for me. Good luck to anyone who wants him."
Jounouchi slipped away as the women began discussing how bad 'too bad' had to be.
'I wonder if he considered that,' Jounouchi thought as he went back. 'Maybe he pissed off the perfect girl before she could tell him to drop dead.'
He peered into his class, and finding all the student typing attentively, went next door. Kaiba was sitting at the teacher's desk, but looking wistfully at the window. If it were a painting, Jounouchi would have called it 'Beautiful Man, Longing.'
For what? The perfect woman? A better vacation? A beer and some disgusting sausage?
Kaiba looked at him and smiled. A real smile. It was so beautiful that, for a moment, Jounouchi's chest ached.
"Ah. My slides." Kaiba got up. "Thank you."
"Oh, no prob," Jounouchi met him halfway. "Listen, after my class, I monitor a study hall, but I can get someone else to cover that if you need an assistant."
"I don't require one, but you are perfectly welcome to stay if you would like. In all honesty, after my brief presentation, the students work at their own pace. I am only here for questions."
"Oh."
"I do have a question for you."
"Ok."
"It's rather personal."
"Ok. If it's too personal, I won't answer."
"You are wearing a ring."
"Oh. Yeah. Serenity gave it to me."
"Your sister gave you a wedding ring?"
Jounouchi put his hand out. "Feel it. She and I went to the beach and she wanted to buy me a souvenir. She thought it felt like the sand."
"It is a unique texture."
"Yeah." Jounouchi gazed at the ring fondly. "Anyway, she didn't know it was gold, or that it only fit my ring finger. I used to wear it only when I was going to see her, but I forgot one day and somebody here saw it, and, well, it keeps the flirting down to a dull roar."
"I see. So, is there anyone special in your life?"
"There's a lot of special people in my life," he grinned. "But if you're asking if I'm actually married, then no. Why? You know a guy?"
For a moment Kaiba had an odd expression. He started to speak just as the class bell rang.
They both looked at the door.
"Can it wait?" The teacher asked.
The executive sighed, chuckling, "I imagine it will have to."
Jounouchi nodded and hurried next door. "Before you leave, ladies, make sure I have your emailed assignment."
"I have Programming, Yankee-sensei," Kiuko-chan gathered her things in a rush. "I'll send you mine after!"
"Stop!" Jounouchi chided. "Sit, all of you." There was much griping. "You can leave when I call your name. Tiko. Yuko. Diko." As he called names, girls rushed out of the room. Other students typed faster, or opened laptop and began typing. "Kiuko. Emmako. Eko. Oko. Anybody's who's not done, keep working."
"But I'll be late," Arako-chan lamented.
Jounouchi leaned out of the classroom door. "Hey Kaiba?"
"Yes, Katsuya?" The executive replied.
"Seriously?"
Kaiba smirked. "Did you need my assistance?"
"No, Seto," the teacher smirked back. "I just wanted you to know that a couple people may be a few minutes late. They're with me."
"I see. Should I hold my remarks?"
"Oh please," several voice called out.
Jounouchi had to smile, "Yeah. You mind giving them an extra five minutes?"
"Very well. Hmm. I believe I know a way to reward those who were timely. Let me know when all of the remaining students are ready. I only wish to be disturbed once." He closed the classroom door.
Jounouchi couldn't hear anything but the low rumble of Kaiba's voice and the giggle of female students. What the hell is this, he thought?
He looked back at the students typing frantically. "Wrap it up, girls."
"Is something wrong Yan- uh - Jounouchi-sensei?"
"No," he watched as several of the girls exchanged apprehensive glances. "What?"
"We're sorry, sir."
Jounouchi sighed and tried to pull himself together. Kaiba was probably telling them something embarrassing about him from high school. Or something like that. Kaiba wasn't the kind of guy who'd do something inappropriate to a room full of willing teen-aged girls. He forced himself to smile.
"You guys just finish up, ok? We don't want to make a bad impression on Kaiba-san, right."
They got back to work. And it really was only another ten minutes or so before the stragglers were done.
Jounouchi opened the lab door to find everyone huddled around the teacher's desk computer.
Cooing.
"We're done!" He announced loudly. "Sorry for the delay."
"Very well." Kaiba stood up and the girls around him groaned in protest. "Shall we start now? No complaints. I shouldn't have shown you that much." He gave Jounouchi an amused look as all the students took seats. "But I did want an unbiased opinion."
"You'll have to show me later. I'm pretty unbiased."
"I'm certain. Good morning, ladies. Turn your attention to the main screen. I've provided copies of the slides for your notes." Kaiba launched into the lecture.
Jounouchi waited a moment, but when it became clear that the executive had dismissed him, he returned to his own class.
Asshole.
The next four hours passed slowly. For the students, it was an open period for homework or study with a teacher available. Most of the students that came to Jounouchi's classroom, however, didn't really need any help. They tended to want the computer lab's faster download speeds and a teacher who wasn't as strict about chatting.
That meant Jounouchi had plenty of time to think.
What did he show them? High school girls coo over anything cute. They could have been looking at kittens. Bunnies. Mokuba's baby pictures. Anything.
A more important question, he was aware, was why was he so pissed off about it? It wasn't that he was worried about the girls. Kaiba wasn't into kids, so he wouldn't show them porn or something twisted. Jounouchi knew that. But something about Kaiba giggling and cozying up with them just made him burn.
It wasn't jealousy. That would be stupid. Kaiba was straight in the first place, and wouldn't be into a Yankee-half mutt even if he were gay. And even if he was to fall for someone at the school, it wouldn't be some kid. It would be the Headmistress.
Well, maybe not. Headmistress was easily twice their age and looked it. Kaiba would go for someone young and hot. But intelligent. The Health teacher, actually, was probably a good fit. She was known to speak her mind usually. Maybe I should set them up tonight, he thought. Tell her to be honest. Tell him to be real. They'd make a good pair. Damn it.
Even if I was jealous, he thought, which I'm not, but even if I was there'd still be no point because he's not even curious.
Unless….
Unless that was the personal question. The secret fantasy. The common desire from the uncommon man.
Couldn't be, he realized. They had hours alone last night. Anything Kaiba wanted to try, they had plenty of time to discuss. It's not like he's shy. If he wants something, he gets it. If he wanted me, Jounouchi reasoned, he'd take me.
The thought made the teacher shiver.
Stop, he told himself. Don't get worked up over nothing. Kaiba is not interested in me, and I'm not trying to date him even if he were. The guy can handle his own love life. He's not gonna make a move on a kid, and he doesn't want any of the teachers. Just be cool. He's just a guy you used to know. That's all.
The lunch bell jolted Jounouchi from his thoughts.
"Ok!" He practically jumped from his seat. "Ladies, you know the rules. You don't have to go home, but you can't eat in here."
"You always say that, Yankee-sensei," Esako-chan sassed. "It's not funny."
"Funny or not, scoot. I gotta lock up."
"We'll go," she primped her hair. "We're just waiting for Kaiba-sama."
"Yeah? Well, wait in the hall. My day off starts when I lock up."
"Is that so?" Kaiba said from the doorway, surprising them.
"Jeez, dude! Knock or something!"
"I usually continue the class after lunch. To whom should I give the key when I finish?"
"I know where Jounouchi-sensei's mailbox is," Waayiko-chan stood and bowed. "I would be honored to assist Kaiba-sama."
Jounouchi forced himself to shrug casually. "There you go. How late does this thing run?"
"In years past we've finished at roughly 4pm."
"Ok, Waayiko-chan, be here by 3:30. Now, all of you, out! I got a hot date!" He hustled the students out. He began the process of logging off all the computers in the room. "I'm gonna be a few," he said when he realized Kaiba was waiting. "But anybody can take you to the cafeteria."
"So I gather that means that I am not the 'hot date'."
"Nope. Sorry. Told ya, you're out of my strike zone."
"And what is your strike zone, if that's not too personal?"
"Why? You know somebody?"
"I know a great number of somebodys. I won't know if one of them meets your standards until you tell me."
"Well," Jounouchi started on the second to last row of desks. "Mature. Kind. Not really pressed about looks anymore. Although, a beard would be nice."
"Dress him in red, and you have just described Father Christmas."
Jounouchi considered the image, then chuckled. "True. Ok. Drop ten years and forty pounds and I'm good."
"Duly noted."
Kaiba continued to wait.
"Did you need something?" Jounouchi slowed down on the last row of desks.
"I need any number of things."
"You need something from me?"
"Actually -"
"Kaiba-sama!" The school secretary and the records administrator stepped into the room. "Oh, don't tell me Jounouchi is making you wait! Really, Jou-chan! There is a limit to how rude you can be!"
"Don't blame me! I told him to leave. Hey, I got papers to grade. Take him to the cafeteria for me, would you?"
"Oh, of course!"
"Please ladies, I wouldn't want to trouble you." Kaiba's fake smile didn't reach his eyes. "I'm enjoying a chance to visit with my friend. I don't mind waiting with him."
"Oh, but the Headmistress was hoping to see you today," one of the two pointed out.
"Yes, she'll be terribly disappointed. She won't have time to see you tomorrow."
"Please let her know we'll be along presently."
"I'm gonna be a couple hours," Jounouchi countered. "And it would look bad if you didn't get a chance to speak to Headmistress, right?"
"Of course," the women agreed.
"Yes. Of course." Kaiba didn't look like he cared about 'looking bad'. "Seeing Katsuya again has quite distracted me. You are quite right; I should speak with the Headmistress. We only met for a brief hour yesterday when I arrived. Katsuya, we will have to continue our conversation this evening."
"Yeah."
Jounouchi waited until he could no longer hear voices or footsteps in the hallway. Then, he collapsed into the nearest seat.
Pretending to not be attracted to the handsome executive was exhausting. And whatever game Kaiba was playing wasn't helping.
The first names. The questions. Sharing his room, all the 'dear friend' crap. Thank God it was only one more night. More than that, Jounouchi feared, would kill him.
He sighed. Sunday was his day off. Saturday afternoons when he was lucky, he usually drove the two hours to the nearest gay bar and meet up with benefit friend or two. Usually a tall, dark-haired man with blue eyes. This weekend - since the Programming class was his class, officially - he really had planned to stay on campus to grade papers and work on lesson plans so he could be available if needed. He looked at his desk. 'Maybe I can get Seto to grade those' he thought. 'Hell, I wouldn't know if they were right anyhow.'
That didn't have anything to do with yesterday's quizzes.
He hadn't eaten yet. He could go to the cafeteria and join everyone. Watch all the women throw themselves at Kaiba. Watch the exec be a complete dick. Maybe catch the moment that the right woman sees through the mask and the real Seto appears. Give up on the straight guy once and for all.
Jounouchi sighed again. 'Get it together, dude.' He forced himself up and back to his desk. Grading papers and tests was important. Pop quizzes were important. Getting these girls ready to face the real world after high school was important. A fantasy about a guy who used to be a crush was so unimportant it didn't even qualify as lame.
Later, even with the classroom door closed, Jounouchi heard the students returning.
"He was popular?" Someone asked.
"Quite," Kaiba replied. "He was always surrounded by friends."
"Did he have a lot of girlfriends? Do you know his wife?" Jounouchi couldn't identify the voices.
"I am quite certain that Katsuya would never forgive me if I answered that. I will say one thing, and then we will continue working."
"But -"
"Seats, ladies. I do give a test tomorrow, so you want to pay attention to the rest of class, yes? Now. The last thing I will tell you about Katsuya is that he did have a number of girls who were his friends, and I am not at liberty to say what level of friendship they each had."
"So then he -"
"As to his wife," Kaiba spoke over them, "I have not been introduced to anyone as a 'wife', but I do happen to know the young lady who gave him the ring he wears. Any man would be extraordinarily lucky to have her as his wife. In fact, I personally would be quite jealous to learn they were, indeed, married."
Serenity? Was Kaiba in to Serenity? She was beautiful and smart. Him being an ass never bother her, in fact she ignored him.
Someone like you, Kaiba had said. My sister! 'Holy fuck,' Jounouchi thought. 'That's why he said he was glad to see me! He thinks I'll help him get to her!'
I'll have to, he realized abruptly.
Kaiba could afford medical treatments his sister couldn't even dream of now. If it was possible to restore her vision, Kaiba would move heaven and hell to do it. For his wife, there would be no limit to what he'd do.
Seto-nii. Kaiba would become my brother. I'd see him at family holidays. He'd have kids with my sister.
He'll fuck my sister.
There was a harsh buzzing and Jounouchi realized he was mashing down the keyboard. He tried to stop thinking about Seto and Serenity while he reversed all the characters he'd inadvertently typed.
Seto and Serenity. The names rolled together well. Seto and Katsuya sounded awkward. Seto and Serenity sounded right.
I can be cool, he decided. When Kaiba finally voices his secret desire to marry my sister, I'll be cool and say yes, and give him her number. Then, I'll call her and tell her to give him a chance. Let him be the beer guy, not the martini guy. Don't let him be charming, make him be real. Treat him like he's worth everything. Tell him he's worth half that. And love him. Love him like you've loved him forever.
A drop of water hit his hand.
Then he realized he was crying. "Shit," he muttered and found a napkin.
He dried his eyes, turned off the computer, locked the desk, and rushed to the office. No one was there so he was able to sign out and leave without any questions. He drove almost two miles before his emotions overwhelmed him and he had to pull off the road.
He let himself cry it out. When he felt calm again, he wiped his face, blew his nose, then drove to the noodle bar. Lefty would have beer, but too much sympathy, and he'd just wind up crying all night.
He ordered a beer, a bowl and dumplings, and planned to stay put until closing. He got a bit more than two hours to drown his sorrows.
"See?" Hashimi shouted, "I told you he'd be here! Master! More noodles and beer!"
Half of the male teachers at the school pulled up chairs and moved another table over.
Kaiba sat next to him.
"When you weren't at Lefty's, I feared the worst."
"Food's better here." The chemistry teacher, Kurokawa, put a bowl of udon in front of Kaiba.
"British cuisine is an acquired taste." Kaiba picked up his chopsticks and began eating. He looked over his shoulder and flashed three fingers. "You really should visit and try it there."
Jounouchi watched Kaiba, stunned. "What, so you know these guys?"
"Hashimi, Yamoto, and Kurokawa? Yes, of course. They've been here every year I've taught the class."
"We usually come here because the women don't like the place." Yamoto put a round of beers on the table. "I knew he was in for it when the two of you left alone yesterday. That British place of yours is classy. They love that."
Kaiba did say that he'd been to the school before, Jounouchi remembered. The other teachers all know the real, beer-drinking Seto. I'm not special.
"Your brother ok?" Yamoto asked. "When's he coming back?"
"He's in Africa," Kaiba slurped his soup. "And he can see you after he sees me."
"The sons," Hashimi lamented. "They never appreciate you. Mine? Whines that I'm never home, but doesn't ask who's paying for that fancy college he goes to. My daughter? An angel. She sent me cookies last week."
"How sweet," Kaiba remarked.
"They tasted like sawdust," Kurokawa teased. "He'll never find a husband for that one!"
A good natured argument ensued, with most of the witnesses laughing. Jounouchi had heard it all before, and to judge by Kaiba's occasional snickers, he had as well.
The men were loud. Dinner became a drinking party involving most of the restaurant's patrons. Jounouchi watched Kaiba as he socialized just enough to keep the fun going, but not enough to really participate.
The Boss, the teacher realized. The executive was acting just like the boss does at an office party. Topping off everyone else's glass without drinking himself. Picking karaoke songs for everyone else to sing. Ordering one more round and more dumplings when the plates were all empty. Another version of Fake Kaiba. This one was nicer, but practically invisible.
"You seem rather subdued," Kaiba remarked as the soccer coach led the bar in a rousing chorus of theme to Doraemon. "I would have thought you'd enjoy joining in."
"A lot on my mind tonight."
"Oh? Well, I can't guarantee a solution, but I can offer an ear."
"Thanks," he tried to smile. "Maybe later. So, uh, you hang out at places like this?"
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
"Yeah? You spend a lot of time in Rome?"
A real smile almost slipped through. "Not by choice. Too loud. I prefer…" he seemed to consider the analogy, "...small British towns."
Britain was part of ancient Rome, Jounouchi knew from history classes. But if the comment meant something, he totally missed it. "Ok. Sure. Look, about -"
"Kaiba-san!" Someone shouted. "Toast!"
The fake smile was back. "Duty calls."
"Yeah."
By 12am, Jounouchi was yawning, and several of the other teachers had left. 'Probably time for me to leave as well. Someone else can take him back,' he thought.
"I have to," Kaiba said loudly. "I give a test tomorrow morning."
"That's right," Yamoto agreed. "Who's driving? Jounouchi? Here, take Kurokawa with you. Hashimi and I can take the rest." He gave the slumped-over man a shake. "Kuro-kun! Kuro-kun!"
"Huh?"
"You go with Jou-kun, ok?"
"Was I sick yet?"
"No. Just open the window first, ok?"
"Huh." The man lurched up and Yamoto guided him to lean on Jounouchi.
"He'll be fine. He always makes it back to campus first."
Which was true, as far as Jounouchi could remember but not something he wanted to deal with at the moment. At least the other teacher kept him from being alone in the car with Kaiba. That, he decided, was probably a good thing. The ride back to the school was silent.
They waited in relative, awkward silence on their arrival for Kurokawa to empty his stomach in the bushes behind the parking lot.
They helped the man back to his room and made their way up to Jounouchi's room.
"Ugh," Kaiba sniffed. "I detest the smell of tobacco. I'm going to shower now." He grabbed a toiletries bag and left.
Jounouchi flopped back on his bed. When he comes back, he told himself. We discuss Serenity tonight. Get it over with.
And wash the sheets.
"What is that?" he muttered, sniffing. The scent was musky and earthy. Masculine. Arousing. It was strong on the sheets and pillow case. It was strongest on the silk pajamas.
'Probably as close as I'll ever get.' He sighed.
Then a wicked thought crossed his mind. How long does it take a guy like that to shower?
I couldn't possibly have time, and if he catches me, I will never hear the end of it.
But his eyes watched the door as he quickly opened his pants and reached into his underwear. He looked away briefly to inhale another breath of the amazing scent.
"Ah," Kaiba said. "I see you found them."
"Fuck," Jounouchi growled softly.
Kaiba was standing in the doorway but looking away from him. "I left my night clothes in my rush to clean. I did not intend to interrupt you."
"Yeah," Jounouchi quickly zipped his pants and tossed the pajamas to the executive. "Just don't tell Renni you caught me." He sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Renni?"
"Serenity."
"Why would I tell her? Indeed, when would I even have the opportunity?"
The teacher shrugged. "Opportunity's your problem. I can just get you contact."
"Why would I need contact?"
"That's what you've been wanting to ask me all day, isn't it?"
Kaiba looked genuinely perplexed. "No. Why would I ask you about your sister? I asked over dinner mostly to be polite. No offence intended. I do recall that she is important to you."
"And she's not important to you?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Truly. If she were not your sister, I would neither know nor care that she existed."
"So then what was all that this afternoon about you being jealous about her being married?"
"My exact words were that I'd be jealous to learn that they were married, not that she was married. I couldn't care less about her status. But I am quite interested in yours."
"Mine!"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I should think it would be painfully obvious by now."
"What would be obvious?"
The executive huffed. "Yes, I am attracted to you. There. Openly stated. Enjoy it; I will not debase myself for your entertainment."
"Me!? Dude, how much did you drink?"
"Not nearly enough."
"Dude, when you forget you're straight, you've had too much!"
"If I could forget I am gay, my personal life would be considerably easier."
"Stop, stop," Jounouchi shook his head attempting to clear it. "Are you seriously telling me you are into guys?"
"Yes."
"You. Kaiba Seto. You bang other men."
Kaiba smirked. "I have 'banged' persons of both genders. I prefer relations with men."
"Oh, so you're one of those straight guys who doesn't care who's under him."
"It may be more accurate to say I prefer to care about who I'm under."
Jounouchi started to speak, then shook his head again. "You bottom? Ok, I'm the one who had too much to drink. 'Cause even in my dreams, you don't bottom."
"I thought I was out of your strike zone."
"You ain't ugly," the teacher shrugged, desperately attempting to appear calm. "I could make an exception, if you want."
"Or," Seto took a few steps, closing the distance between them. "You could stop pretending that you don't want me. You could give in to your desire and take me where I stand."
"Is that what you want?"
"That, my friend, is all I have ever wanted."
"You know, Kaiba, if I thought you were serious I'd take you up on that offer."
"So I must convince you? Very well, Katsuya. Challenge accepted."
"Wha-"
Kaiba leaned over Jounouchi, kissing him, pinning him to the bed. The kiss was fervent, and the teacher found himself swept away by the passion of it. The parts of his brain not engulfed by the delicious sensation were busy revelling in the taste of Kaiba's lips and the scent of him.
It was a fantasy made real.
Kissing was good, but not being able to touch him was not. Jounouchi tried to lift his hand, but the shift allowed Kaiba to push further and pin him even more strongly. The teacher's attempts to speak were swallowed by the aggressive lips devouring his own.
Jounouchi squirmed, eventually getting his hands on the executive's shoulders. He shoved hard, dislodging the man. They were both breathing hard. Kaiba looked almost distraught.
"Are -"
Jounouchi didn't let him finish. Quickly, he push him over and down, and scrambled atop him.
"No fun if I can't touch you." He resumed their kiss but now his arms were free, and his hands slipped under Kaiba's shirt. The executive responded by unbuttoning the teacher's shirt.
Kaiba's chest and abdomen were smooth. Only a few strands of silky hair added a pleasing texture. His stomach was flat but soft. Not flabby, but not particularly tone either. No love handles yet. No taut six-pack. A body any desk jockey might have. Common.
Except that it was Kaiba's body. Kaiba's nipples swelling under his fingertips. Kaiba's bulge bumping against his. Kaiba's tongue trying to taste the back of his throat. They both moaned occasionally.
Kaiba's palms began rubbing his chest and caressing his shoulders. Trying to take off his shirt. Jounouchi let go of Kaiba just long enough to get both of their shirts off.
"I want to feel you inside me," the executive gasped. "Now."
"Relax. We got time."
"Not enough."
Jounouchi took Kaiba's hand, kissed it, then guided it down to his throbbing bulge. "You sure? I'm not small."
Kaiba squeezed firmly, leering. "I'm not frightened. Or patient."
"How 'bout tight? You done this before?" Jounouchi let his hands glide over Kaiba's hips, trying to get between them and the bed to caress his ass.
"I've been waiting for you," Kaiba purred. "Don't make me wait longer."
They both began opening belts and zippers, exchanging lighter but still heated kisses. They were both in only briefs in short order.
They were both rampant.
Jounouchi let his hands wander the offered flesh. His lips he kept on Kaiba's lips, face and neck. This was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. He wasn't going to rush through a chance to hold Kaiba. And as much as he seemed to want more, Kaiba wasn't moving any faster down the teacher's form.
It wasn't as if any of this could be true. Not that Kaiba was the kind of guy who would lie about something like that, but how could it be true? And not only gay but attracted to me, he wondered. No way. Bi and horny, maybe. But gay for me? No way.
Slowly, he let his kisses move downward further. Every few minutes, he'd return to the executive's soft lips, but he tasted the hard points his fingers had toyed with and felt Kaiba tremble slightly when he kissed his stomach. The exec was being uncharacteristically quiet.
Jounouchi glanced at his face, and saw why. Kaiba was holding his mouth shut when they weren't kissing.
He kissed him again. "Don't hold back. They can't hear us up here."
"...embarrassing…" Kaiba moaned.
Kaiba losing his mind because I'm kissing him? I gotta be dreaming. "I like hearin' a guy moanin'. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right. Am I doing something right?" He pinched Kaiba's nipple.
"Nooooo," the exec groaned, his back arching. "Take me," he gasped. "Take me now!"
Jounouchi kissed him again. Passionately. Moaning was erotic, but begging threatened to destroy his self-control. Any more of that and Jou would find himself over before he started.
Instead, he opted for more kissing. And rubbing. Their cocks were at the same height when they kissed, and feeling Kaiba's arousal aroused the teacher that much more.
"Damn you," Kaiba hissed, "stop teasing!"
"I like teasin' you, Seto," Jounouchi taunted and the executive shivered. "You been teasin' me all day. Payback." Although in truth, he was beginning to want to see the throbbing bulge that he was teasing.
Kaiba's nails raked down Jounouchi's back and dug into his ass. "You are infuriating! How could I tease a man who paid me not the slightest attention?"
The teacher moaned. He wasn't into pain, per se, but a lover who was eager was a definite turn on. He slid his hands to Kaiba's hips and tugged the man's briefs. Kaiba arched his hips and together they managed to remove the garment. It freed a rock hard erection. The tip was long enough to rub wetness against Jounouchi belly button.
They both moaned and kissed as Jou lifted Kaiba's leg, opening him wide. He stroked the nether opening with two fingers. Kaiba's hips bucked. He gasped when Jounouchi pushed the tip of his finger in. Jou licked his fingers and tried again. The opening was tight, but soft.
"You sure you wanna do this?" He taunted. "First time usually hurts. First time with me."
"Only time."
"Right." The words almost deflated Jounouchi. "This is just another game for you, isn't it." He pulled away abruptly and crossed the room to search one of his drawers.
"Katsuya -"
"Stop. I'm not done. I'm just getting this." He held up a tube of lubricant. "Faster, easier." He pulled off his briefs and couldn't resist smirking when Kaiba's eyes widened. "You thought I was bragging?" He stroked himself as he returned to the bed. "I make all the boys cry."
"Tears of frustration, I'm sure." Kaiba gracefully turned and met him at the edge of the bed.
Jounouchi's breath caught when the exec's lips touched his cock. "Oooohhhhhh fuck," he sighed.
Kaiba was blowing him. And he was good at it, too. Jou stood there and enjoyed the skilled treatment until he tried to stroke Kaiba's hair and realized he was still holding the lube.
Game or not, he thought, I am not missing my one chance.
It was an awkward reach but he began caressing Kaiba's asshole with the lube. The executive moaned, sending amazing vibrations through the teacher's shaft. With the lubricant, Jounouchi was able to get the tip of two fingers entered. He wasn't sure if the sounds Kaiba made were pain or pleasure, but the whole time he'd continued to suck Jou's cock.
Finally Jounouchi realized that he was moments from completion. He pulled away from Kaiba, and kissed him. "Seto. Turn around."
Kaiba shivered. Then turned, presenting his delectable ass. Jounouchi first kissed each cheek. He used a bit more lube and inserted two fingers deeply. Kaiba groaned.
"Is that good?"
The exec panted for a moment. "...insufferable mutt!"
"Excuse me?"
Kaiba wiped his brow on the pillow. "Stop driving me insane! What further proof of my intent do you need, a full confession of my undying love?"
Jounouchi couldn't stop his snicker that burst out. "Yeah, sure."
Kaiba huffed and looked him. "I love you."
"What?"
"I always have. I'd say it was love at first sight if I was prone to believing in such things."
Jou felt light headed. Suddenly, his heart was racing. "Are you - are you serious right now?"
Kaiba sighed and sat down. "Yes. Yes I am. I am aware that you do not reciprocate theses feelings, however -"
"No."
"Yes," Kaiba huffed, "I am aware. That is why -"
"No, I -"
"You needn't keep saying it."
Jou sat on the bed. "Seto, shut up." He kissed him before the man could protest. "No, you're wrong. I totally reciprocate. I love you so much I only date guys who look like you."
"You said I wasn't in your strike zone."
"I straight up lied. You're the whole fuckin' ball field."
"I see." Kaiba looked thoughtful. "This is relatively new?"
"No, since high school. Except I believe in love at first sight. If you hadn't been such an ass most of the time, I probably would have tried to tell you then."
Kaiba shook his head. "I would have rejected you. I was quite firmly 'in the closet' as they say."
"So what happened?"
"My fiance demanded for the last time that we either have premarital sex or we end the engagement. I was unable to perform yet again, and she left. She is gracious enough that she does not discuss my lack of manly prowess, but it did leave me unable to deny my personal preferences."
"You had a fiance?"
"For two, almost three years. She is American, and blonde, and quite charming. She only lacked one thing - apart from the correct anatomy."
"What's that?"
"The ability to tell me to fuck off. When we argued, she'd cry."
Jou had to smile. "I don't even know how many times I've told you to fuck off."
"You neither fear nor revere me. Respect, yes. But you don't place me on a pedestal, and treat me as if I am divine."
"That's 'cause I don't think you're a god," Jounouchi suddenly remembered the women at the pub, "like some people do. And I know what you're really worth." He kissed him again.
"And that is?" Kaiba asked, when their lips parted. "How much of your time am I worth? An hour, a night?"
"A lifetime."
They kissed again, passionate, but less driven. Both of their erections had wilted while they talked, but Jounouchi found his almost instantly reborn.
"Katsuya," Kaiba purred. "Are you still willing to hold me?"
"How is that even a question? I been willing my whole life!"
"Then stop wasting the time we have and take me." Jou started to speak, but Kaiba stopped him. "Tomorrow. We will save love and logic for tomorrow. Tonight. Give me passion. Or," he gave his trademarked smirk, "is that a tool you are unable to use?"
"You gotta be an ass, huh?" But Jou understood his point.
He didn't waste any more time. He knelt between Kaiba's spread legs, and fingered his anus again. Kaiba shuddered and gasped.
"Should I -"
"Don't stop! Please! I want to feel you. Please."
"I don't want to hurt you, Seto."
Kaiba leaned forward and kissed him. "You won't. Please, Katsuya. Fill me."
Jounouchi put another dollop of lube on his fingers and focused on massaging it into Kaiba's opening. It still felt too tight to him, although the internal heat was enticing. Inviting.
"Ok," he said, more to himself. He stroked his cock quickly and found himself shaking as he tried to line up the tip. He entered with one sharp thrust.
Kaiba cried out and clung to him, panting.
"I'msorryi'msorryi'msorry," Jounouchi chanted. "Oh God you feel good!" He warred with himself not to push deeper.
"I'm fine," Kaiba gasped. "Don't - don't stop."
Jou pushed deeper, knowing that the executive was lying. The man quivering and gasping in his arms couldn't be 'fine'. But the volcanic heat engulfing Jou's shaft could not be resisted. He thrust again, guilty as he reveled in the sheer bliss he was feeling. A fourth thrust and he was fully imbedded.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "You ok?"
"Ok," Kaiba was sweating. "Fine."
"You sure? 'Cause when I start moving, I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop."
Kaiba held his eyes. "Katasuya. Don't. Stop."
The teacher kissed him again as he slipped his hands down and took hold of the executive's hips. At first he thrust slowly, savoring the pleasure.
But as Kaiba's fingers dug deeper, as his moans grew louder, Jou's pace quickened. Soon he was pounding Kaiba with wild abandon, lost in the throes of desire.
He shifted position twice before the repetitive motion started to wear on him. He withdrew completely and kissed the exec deeply.
"Wha-"
"Just catchin' my breath, angel. Roll over."
Jounouchi coaxed Kaiba to his knees, then applied more lube. Kaiba's entrance was softer, stretched wider. Kaiba groaned louder.
Jou grinned and let his fingers explore a bit. He found an internal bump, and rubbed it.
"AH!" Kaiba gasped. "Oh -" He inhaled sharply as the teacher rubbed it again. "Please - please - oh - oh god - FUCK!" He cried out as his orgasm hit.
Kaiba swearing. Jou felt his restraint shatter.
The world blurred and narrowed to nothing but the sensations of Seto. Seto's taste, Seto's smell, Seto's heat, Seto's voice. Jounouchi lost track of how many times he climaxed. It didn't feel like enough. Each time he'd peak and think he was finished, something would remind him that the man in his arms was Seto, and he find himself hard again.
