Jou sighed into his coffee, running a hand through his dishevelled blonde hair. He looked over at the manikin across the table from him, and grimaced. He felt exhausted, as probably anyone would after heavy making out sessions with a certain brunette in the dead of night.

Said brunette had not shown his face all day. It was now about 4 in the afternoon, and he hadn't made one appearance. Larson had said something along the lines of 'business calls' but Jou couldn't help but feel a little worried about the situation. He'd tried to bury himself in his commission and not worry too much about it, but after several hours of work on the coat, it was pretty much finished and venomous thoughts had decided to worm their way into his head.

Was Seto embarrassed? Ashamed? Did he regret it all? Would he just blank Jou until he left? Would there actually be a repeat? Was he interested?

Why did this matter so much to him? It was like over the course of the week he had formed some inexplicable, unbelievable attachment to the man who until then had been the bane of his existence. He could have understood if it was just a sexual thing, the brunette was unhealthily attractive, he'd been unable to avoid that even during his teenage days. But this was more than attraction, there was something else fuelling the desire. Something else, that made him worry so much...

His thought spiral was interrupted abruptly, as an ebony-haired man shot through the door to stand in front of him. Jared looked happy, incredibly happy. What for?

"Jou, I did it!"

"What?" Jou was bemused. Had he finally gotten laid or something?

"Mokuba's agreed!"

Jou stood up immediately when he realised what the young man meant, and hugged him.

"Jared, that's great! That's seriously great! How on earth did you manage to convince him?"

Jared grinned at him.

"Well, he brought it up, actually, we were talking about stuff for a while last night, and then I told him what you'd suggested. At first he was really stubborn, but we talked about what had happened for a bit, and eventually he came round! He's said he'll meet with him!" The boy beamed.

"That's great! Has he said where, or when?" Jou asked, hurriedly.

"No, he wasn't sure about that."

"Doesn't matter. Jared, you're fantastic!"

Jou embraced the boy once again, he couldn't believe it. That meant that there was actually a chance to right things. He wasn't sure why he was so keen on the brothers' reconciliation. Well, of course, both of them would be happier. Seto would be happier.

Releasing Jared, Jou looked up, and saw movement in the doorway of the studio. Seto stood before them, with an odd expression on his face. He then turned swiftly from the room and Jou heard quick footsteps away from the room. What on earth had that been about?

But wait. Jou frowned. Surely he hadn't thought...No. That he and Jared...

"Sorry, J, I've just got to do something."

Jou shot from the room, running down the corridor, and seeing the brunette sweep up the large staircase in front of him, yelled to get his attention.

"Seto, wait!"

The figure didn't seem to hear him, and continued towards his room. Jou followed, not quite managing to catch up, and ran until he came up against the double doors of Seto's suite.

He knocked, loudly.

"Seto, can I come in?"
"I'm busy, Jounouchi."

That didn't sound friendly.

"No, I've got something to tell you, it's important."

There was a pause, and then the door opened. The brunette had an intimidating, dark look spread across his features. He only opened the door a fraction, obviously not wide enough for Jou to step in.

"What." He almost snapped.

"Jared's convinced him!" Jou grinned at the brunette, anticipating his reaction.

Seto frowned, clearly confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Mokuba. Jared's convinced Mokuba to meet with you. That's why I was hugging him just now."

"Oh." The brunette's expression changed completely, his grip on the doorframe loosening.

"That's- what? How? When?"

Seto beckoned him into the suite, wide-eyed, and Jou followed, grinning at him.

"I don't know anything yet; I think he's just agreed for it to happen. If you tell Jared where you'd like to meet and so on, then he can relay it to-"

"Wait, how does Jared know him?" Seto's eyebrow was quizzically raised. Oh dear.

Jou knew he couldn't have kept it from the CEO forever.

"Well," Jou cleared his voice, awkwardly. "He met him the other day, when we were visiting Yami and Yugi's..."

"Mokuba is THERE? Why didn't you fucking tell me!" Seto roared, heading towards the door. Jou dived in front of him.

"Let me through, Katsuya." The CEO growled, trying to shove the blonde out of his way. Jou couldn't help but feel a little hurt, but tried not to let it get the better of him. There was no way he could let the seething brunette out of the room in this state.

"No, Seto. Look, think about this rationally." Jou reasoned, staying his ground.

The brunette continued to glare at him through stony blue eyes.

"I want. To see. My brother."

"And you're going to! Just not like this!" Jou insisted, trying to reason with him. "Think about it, how will he react if you're angry and try to drag him home? You'll have no chance of reconciling and he'll refuse to meet with you! Is that what you want?"

Jou stared at the CEO as hard as he could. Trying to find the part of Seto that didn't want to rip him to shreds right now. If he let Seto approach his brother like this, there was no telling how long it would be before Mokuba agreed to see him again.

Seto returned the stare for a while. But then, surprisingly, let out a long breath, his previously tensed body going limp. He made his way towards the sofa and flopped down, running a hand through his hair agitatedly. There was an awkward pause. Jou wasn't sure whether or not to leave, partly because he wasn't sure whether the brunette would try to leave again, partly because he didn't want to leave him alone.

"You're right, Katsuya." Seto sighed, unexpectedly. Was Kaiba seriously backing down? "I apologise. Tell your secretary I'm grateful, and that Mokuba can choose what he wants to happen."

Jou tried not to be too pleased with himself, and schooled his expression. Despite Seto's attempts at a calm tone of voice, the CEO's deep-set frown conveyed his embarrassment all too seriously. The clenched fists in his laps didn't exactly portray tranquillity either.

"Look, you just need to stop your temper from governing your actions. You're a good guy, Seto. Mokuba knows that." Jou paused. "I know that."

Perhaps that had been a sentence too far. Yet, instead of grimacing, Seto looked up at him, watching him closely. That same expression from the previous night, somewhere between confusion and gratitude, almost like he couldn't understand what the blonde had just said. Jou found himself uncomfortable under the brunette's persistent gaze, and wasn't sure what else there was to say, so began to move towards the door awkwardly. A hand shot out and stopped him, grabbing his wrist, firmly.

"Thank you, Katsuya."

Seto continued to hold onto Jou's wrist. Jou cleared his throat.

"It's f-"

And suddenly, he had been pulled roughly onto the sofa, those pale lips had sealed themselves over his, and the hand on his arm was caressing his wrist, lightly. Seto's kiss seemed ten times more confident, more experienced than ever before, and Jou's initially shocked form began to instinctively relax against him. As the brunette released him, Jou had to blink a couple of times to grasp what had just happened.

"Wh-what was that for?"

"Helping."

Jou paused.

"So you don't mind about, well, last night?"

He avoided the brunette's gaze, willing himself not to blush as unhelpful images returned all too swiftly.

"No. Why would I?" Seto frowned at him.

"Well, I don't know. You just, well, seemed to be avoiding me, today."

Jou looked at his hands embarrassedly, perhaps that had been a little too honest.

"I wasn't. I was busy."

"Oh, okay. I think too much, work getting to me and all..." Jou laughed, awkwardly, trying to stand up again, but the firm grip on his wrist kept him there.

To Jou's surprise, Seto pulled him closer, placing his lips on Jou's neck. The blonde gasped, as the brunette's lips made their way over his neck, and up towards his ear. His eyes fluttered closed, as the CEO's tongue began to caress his earlobe, his warm breath sending shudders of pleasure through his body.

"S-wh-what are you doing?" Jou managed, trying to calm down his oversensitive body to no avail.

"Trying something out."

Those husky words sent vibrations straight to the blonde's groin, and he bit his lip.

"A-aren't you busy?" Jou's eyes fluttered closed again as the CEO's teeth nipped provocatively at his ear.

"I've finished the research. All that's left is to put it into practice." The blonde's breath hitched as those surprisingly seductive words were muttered lowly into his ear. He became acutely aware of the brunette's hand, it had moved from his wrist, snaking around his waist, and up the side of his torso underneath his blazer. God...

Seto pulled the blonde closer, latching his lips to the sensitive skin at Jounouchi's neck. Jou found himself unable to speak, his breath catching and heightening as his body began to heat with arousal. The wandering hands weaved their way down and underneath his shirt, massaging the area just above his stomach gently, slowly.

Seto had definitely been doing his research then. As Seto nipped lightly at the skin on his neck, Jou had to stifle a whimper, biting his lip even harder. The hands were now gliding over his chest, stroking overwhelmingly close to his nipples and sending his nerves into overload. Unable to stop himself, Jou let out a wanton groan, arching his body slightly.

"I take it this is satisfactory?"

Jou opened his eyes, seeing that infamous smirk worm its way onto Seto's features. Jou blushed angrily, and was about to retort when those unbearably soft lips latched themselves onto his collarbone. One of Seto's fingers rubbed experimentally at Jou's nipple, eliciting a loud moan, Jou's hips bucking in shock and arousal. He hadn't been touched like this before, and God if he wasn't enjoying it. Jou grabbed the other man by the shoulders, unable to resist, kissing him hard on the lips and dragging the brunette roughly on top of him.

Partly by accident, mostly by intent, Seto's abdomen crashed into Jou's own, and both men groaned as their erections made contact, friction mounting and pleasure rocketing through their bodies.

Suddenly, a knock at the door caused Seto to leap from his position, pulling down his shirt to hide his erection and hurriedly flattening his clothes.

"Yes?" His voice was flawless.

Jou blinked in wonderment, how had he managed to do that so fast?

"Sorry, Mr. Kaiba, s-sir. Could I talk to Jounouchi?"

It was Jared. Jou jumped from his position on the sofa and mimed to Seto not to dismember the younger man as he made his way towards the door. Hoping to god the situation in his jeans wasn't obvious, he opened the door slightly.

"Y-Yes, Jared?" Jared looked relieved to see him.

"Um, well, I just called him." The boy stuttered, slightly. He was clearly intimidated by Seto's presence.

"What did he say?"

"Tomorrow, 4pm. At their apartment. The Mutou's, I mean."

Jou opened the door, and beckoned Jared in.

"Did you hear that, Seto? Mokuba's just-"

"I heard, don't worry Katsuya."

Seto turned to regard Jared. "Thanks. I assume it was you who convinced him?"

Jared nodded, somewhat nervously.

"Tell him that's fine. I have to ask, though, how did you change his mind?"

Jared blanched.

"I-I, well. I hope you don't m-mind t-terribly, Kaiba, sir, but we're – Mokuba and I, we're-"

"Lovebirds." Jou chirped, happily. Jared stared at him, wide-eyed, then turned to Seto, obviously worried about his reaction.

"I see." The brunette's tone wasn't harsh, however, and Jou could see the hint of a smile tugging at the brunette's lips. He turned to Jou.

"Well, Katsuya, I enjoyed your suggestions, I may have to explore them further." Jou couldn't help but flush embarrassedly at the horrifically unsubtle reference. Thankfully Jared seemed none-the-wiser.

"Although now I have some work to get to, and no doubt you have a commission to complete. Thanks for letting us know, Jared, is it?"

Jared nodded, looking a little relieved.

"Good. Well, let me know if you need anything, Katsuya."

"Just one thing – the coat's almost finished."

"Oh?"

"Well, apart from the fitting. So, if you're busy right now we can wait until the evening to do that –"

"Yes, alright." Seto regarded him closely. "Tonight."

Jou nodded, and ushered Jared from the room, trying not to think too much about what 'Tonight' would entail. As they walked back towards the studio, Jared tapped him on the shoulder.

"He's different, don't you think, sir?"

"Pardon?"

"Mr. Kaiba. He seems, well, happier. Did you say something to him?"

He'd done more than talking to him, Jou thought. But he didn't let his expression betray anything.

"No, we were just going over some suggestions for the company, and the commission. Maybe he just really enjoys his work." Jou tried not to blush when he thought about what 'work' could mean.

"Oh, and he seems nicer to you, you know? You guys have started calling each other by your first names, and everything."

They had, hadn't they? And Jou wasn't at all averse to that. Certainly having Katsuya whispered seductively into his air wasn't a bad thing.

"Oh, I suppose we have. We had a bit of a catch up the other night, seems odd to be calling each other by our surnames when we've known each other for so long..."

"I thought you said you were rivals?" Jared frowned.

"D-did I? Oh, no, we just had the odd argument. All over now. Anyway, back to work!"

Jou rushed awkwardly into the studio, attempting to change the subject. For some reason, he didn't feel the world was ready for his and Seto's...relationship. He wasn't exactly ready for it, either.

As the clock hit 7pm, Jou stepped back to admire his handiwork. The coat looked almost exactly as he had envisioned it: a bright white leather body, with blue detailing, collar, hems and sleeves. The collar stuck outwards to frame the neck of the manikin, and the shoulder detailing was sharp, flaring out in harsh spikes of silver, echoing the wings of the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Studs lined the bottom, as well as the lining, and the Kaiba Corps logo glittered in silver thread on the left side of the chest. The tail of the coat cascaded downwards in impressive white, silver and blue. The bright colours contrasted harshly with the black of the turtleneck and tight leather trousers. He'd even added a silver, Blue Eyes neckpiece to finish the look.

Jou could safely say this was one of the best pieces he'd created. And imagining Seto in it made him blush with anticipation. The brunette's piercing blue eyes would stand out magnificently, and his toned, tall frame would be accentuated perfectly by the tight, black base clothes. He couldn't wait to fit him.

As if on cue, there came a loud knock from behind him and Jou almost jumped a foot in the air.

"Only me, puppy."

Jou whipped around.

"Seto, if we could drop th-"

"Wow." The brunette walked past him, his eyes wide. "You made this?"

He circled the manikin, a shocked look on his face.

"No, Ralph Lauren was in here all week, did you miss him?"

Seto ignored the jibe, and ran his finger over the collar.

"I'm going to wear this?"

"Not if it doesn't fit you, you won't. If you could undress, I'll lock the door so nobody comes in unexpectedly." He locked the door, meaning to do so for Seto's privacy, but Seto's blush meant he'd taken it a very different way.

"For the fitting, I mean. I'll look over here."

Seto watched him for a second, and then nodded, pulling his jacket over his head. Jou whipped around, reddening, trying to ignore the fact that the incredibly attractive CEO was willingly undressing just a few metres away. He had to keep this business-orientated if the commission was ever going to be completed.

"Where are they?"
"Just there on the table."

"Show me."

Jou took a deep breath, and turned around. He'd aimed to go towards the desk, but couldn't do so for a second, as he was presented with a VERY half-naked Seto Kaiba, clad merely in a pair of thin boxers. The blush on his face increased tenfold. God, what he wouldn't give to touch that pale chest again...

"Dog got your tongue?"

"N-no."

He reached for the black turtleneck first, and handed it to the brunette. The brunette didn't take it.

"Well?"

Jou realised that the brunette wanted him to dress him. Which wasn't abnormal in the world of tailoring, the fabric was less likely to split or tear if the designer put it on carefully. But God, this was going to be about ten times more uncomfortable than any other customer. He'd never been so attracted to a client before.

"S-sorry. Lift up your arms?"

Trembling slightly, Jou pulled the material over the brunette's head. His hands lightly brushed Seto's sides, and he was reminded of how temptingly smooth Seto's torso was. Professional, he had to keep strictly professional. Picking up the trousers from the nearby counter, he took them to the ground and beckoned Seto to step into them. As he pulled them up, he found himself brushing more intimate parts of the brunette's body inadvertently, his inner thighs, his backside, his crotch. Seto twitched slightly, but other than that he seemed not to have noticed. Thank God.

Buttoning the trousers, Jou's hands pressed firmly into that area. God, the trousers were tight. Not too tight, but tight enough to have Jou's fingers fumbling awkwardly with the buttons, and another blush working its treacherous way across his features.

Stepping back, he regarded the clothes, trying not to focus too hard on the body beneath them. And yet, that was impossible. They fit perfectly, highlighting every perfection of the brunette's body. The turtleneck lengthened his already-long neck, whilst the fitting black highlighted the flawless scope of the brunette's torso. The tight-fit trousers continued to accentuate his perfectly proportioned legs, elongating him and especially showing off a certain area that Jou tried not to stare at.

"How is it?"

"Perfect." Jou breathed, before he could stop himself.

He noticed the brunette reddening slightly, and beckoned towards the mirror. "See for yourself."

Seto moved over to the mirror, gracefully. He turned to each side. He seemed pleased.

"It looks good."

This was said rather bluntly, but Jou hardly expected the brunette to jump around in celebration. This was Kaiba, after all. Jou looked up, and his eyes widened as he saw a smile crossing the CEO's features. A genuine smile. And he couldn't help but find it attractive. He felt butterflies begin to invade his stomach. Coughing, he gestured towards the manikin.

"Do you want to try on the coat?"

"Yes."

Jou took the coat carefully off the manikin, making sure not to disturb any of the careful threading he'd done earlier. Seto approached him, and he wound the coat around the brunette's arms gingerly. He stepped back again, and couldn't stop himself from grinning.

"Awesome. I don't think I need to make any changes. Unless you think there are any."

Seto crossed to the mirror again, and seemed almost in disbelief of his own reflection. He didn't speak, but the expression on his face convinced Jou he'd done well.

"What do you think?"

Instead of answering, the brunette crossed the floor and enveloped the blonde in a firm embrace. Jou was taken aback, but soon responded, wrapping his arms around Seto in return.

"Thank you."

"It's not a problem, provided I'm paid." Jou grinned, but quickly lost his smile when he saw the serious look on the brunette's face.

"Not just for this, Katsuya. For everything. For Mokuba. For, for-..."

The brunette trailed off, uncertainly, eyes not leaving the blonde. And then, he placed a soft, slow kiss on the blonde's parted lips. This time, there was no lust governing the kiss, it was more sincere, reaching deeper than anything they'd exchanged before. This wasn't just attraction any more. Jou felt his heart skip a beat.

"I'm glad I could help." Jou said, smiling, heart skipping once again when his smile was returned.

"Katsuya, you wou-" The brunette cut himself off, shaking his head. "No. Never mind."

"What is it?" Jou asked, curious. They still hadn't quite let go of each other.

"Well, you wouldn't be interested in, perhaps, staying here for a little longer? Of course, if that interferes with your career in the States..."

"No! No that's fine!" Jou blurted, without thinking. Although, yes, there would no doubt be more commissions waiting for him, surely he could stay a few weeks? The thought of leaving Seto, and Japan, made his heart wrench painfully in his chest.

"As long as you don't mind accommodating me for a little longer."

Seto shook his head, and leaned in, about to kiss him again, when the bell rang for dinner.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Hungry?"

"Starving."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I felt bad about not updating for so long, so here's another chapter!

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