Otogi smiled. "Hey, come on in." His eyes went over my body, studying
every inch of it. "Nice to see you...glad you came." He wrapped his arms
around my shoulders, drawing me inside. Otogi looked at me seriously for a
few minutes. "I'm really sorry, Kaiba, about what happened," he said
softly. "You want to sit down? Jounochi's not here yet."
I nodded mutely, taking a seat. He smiled and sat next to me. "You ever done anything like this before?" I shook my head, not looking at him. He continued to smile, moving my head to look at him. "It's okay. How about a kiss? Can you handle that?"
I shrugged, looking down. "I guess so," I said quietly.
"You guess so?" he whispered, smiling. He moved in close to me, his eyes closed. "Come here," he whispered, centimeters from my face. He tilted his head and fitted his lips with mine.
My eyes shot open, then slowly began to flutter shut. I placed my hand on his shoulder, bringing him closer.
The door opened and Jounochi's voice rung out, "Honey, I'm home! Oh, starting without me?"
I broke the kiss, looking down at my hands in my lap. My cheeks felt hot. "Kounichi-wa, Jounochi," I mumbled.
He closed the door and walked over to me. "What's this? Kaiba blushing?" He caressed my cheek with his hand and drew me closer. Jou pressed his lips against mine, then quickly broke it. "Or was Otogi just warming you up?"
I continued blushing, not looking at them as they took turns drawing me into chaste kisses until Otogi finally stuck his tongue in my mouth, rolling it around. I broke from it, standing up, coughing. I barely got an, "Excuse me," before I rushed out of the room to where I assumed was a bathroom.
It wasn't.
It was a nicely furnish, but obviously under-used bedroom.
Ah, well, I decided, leaning against the back of the closed door. I began sucking in uneasy breaths, several things racing through my head. Before I got too involved with my thoughts, a knock came at the door. "Kaiba?" Otogi's self-assured voice called from behind the door. "You okay in there? The bathroom is down the hall."
"I'm not sure if I still want to do this," I said evenly.
"Don't worry about it," he said, not ever pausing long enough to sound disappointed or shocked. "Why don't you come out and watch a movie or something with Jounochi? I have some work to do."
I opened the door a crack, peeking out.
He smiled at me warmly. "It's okay, Kaiba. I freaked out my first time, too. Just take your time."
I nodded, closing the door again. Honestly, I couldn't help thinking to myself. How the hell did I end up in this mess? My sudden desire to have a friend or two? God, Mokuba, you've really done it this time.
Figures. I always blame my own weakness on everyone else. I really am pathetic.
I finally opened the door and wondered out to the living room. Jounochi was slung over the couch, stareing at the TV. It was weird how my heart skipped a beat when I saw him, as lame as *that* sounds.
He gazed up at me and smiled. He motioned for the cushions beside him. "Take a seat." His smile's kind of charming, not goofy like I always thought before. "Or stand, you look good standing there."
I raised my eyebrow, then delicately took the seat next to him. "What are you watching?" I asked softly.
"You."
I nearly started coughing. "You're being different."
"I'm being honest." He caressed my cheek for a second, then smiled sheepishly. "Eh, I'll leave you alone if you want."
I sat up straighter and looked down at my hands in my lap. "No, it's fine, that's why I'm here, right?"
"Not just that, jeez, Kaiba. Calm down. You're uptight, you know that?" He took my hand in his and held it carefully. "I like you better when we're alone," he said carefully, an unsure smile on his face. Jounochi seemed to always smile, except when I was around. Now he just kept smiling.
What kind of person always smiles?
Someone so hurt they can't close up from the world.
Like me.
Why is Jounochi like this?
What could have hurt him so bad to be like this?
"You look sad," he commented, breaking me from my thoughts. "I think that's the only emotion I've ever seen on your face. Do you get sad a lot?"
"I don't want to talk about that," I said, withdrawing.
"Understandable. But you're hurting my hand."
I realized I was clutching his hand in a death grip. I drop his hand like it's on fire. "Oh, sorry."
He just keeps smiling. "You have arthritis or something from all that computer stuff you do?"
"Carpal tunnal."
"But great posture. I've never seen someone stand up so straight without any slouching at all. Come on, relax."
He wedged himself behind me, causing me to turn back to look at him. "What are you doing?"
"You need a neck rub or something. I'm good at those. Come on."
The next thing I now, he's touched this part on the small of my back and I'm completely slack in his arms. He's laughing at me, staring down into my eyes. "You're very tense. Just relax. Kind of like right now." He eased himself from under me and stood up, holding out a hand. "We can use Otogi's futon."
"For what?" I asked suspiciously.
He's laughing his head off. "For a *massage*! What did you think?"
"Well," I said, standing up, "considering the pretense of why I'm here, you'd be suspicious, too!"
"No, I'd be like, hell yeah! Sex!"
"I always thought you were straight. I mean, with that blond..."
"Mai? She's way older than me. I like her and everything, but the chances? Eh, not good." He slipped his arm around the small of my back and led me through the hallways. "I'm bi. I've just had more chances with guys than girls. I'm not really smooth with the lades. All gay guys like the big dork who makes a fool of themselves."
"All?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Eh, well, no, not all. But look at it this way, now you can have me on my knees like a dog," he said, giving me a sly smile.
"Wha--?" My eyes widened as he pushed me into a bedroom.
"I'm not all dork, Kaiba. And I'm certainly not stupid. I might not be smart like you or Ryou, but I got the skills to do what I'm good at."
"So what are you good at?" I asked, my arms folding over my chest.
"Sex. And fighting."
"I'm better at the second."
"I'm better at the first." My eyes widened at he pulled me down onto the futon. "Lie down," he purred into my ear.
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever you want."
I looked back at the door, startled. "What about Otogi? I thought it was a--"
"I have permission. He says that if you only want to have sex with one of us it's fine. He has work to do anyway. You don't have to do this with me if you don't want. If you prefer Otogi, I understand. I'm not exactly your favorite person."
"I-I barely know him."
"You don't have to have sex with either of us. He was surprised you agreed."
"I don't know. S-sex is a big step..."
"God, you look hot when you're confused."
"I'm not confused. I'm flustered!"
He laughed. "At least let me give you a massage. Deal? And I won't pull anything."
"Okay," I said quietly.
I nodded mutely, taking a seat. He smiled and sat next to me. "You ever done anything like this before?" I shook my head, not looking at him. He continued to smile, moving my head to look at him. "It's okay. How about a kiss? Can you handle that?"
I shrugged, looking down. "I guess so," I said quietly.
"You guess so?" he whispered, smiling. He moved in close to me, his eyes closed. "Come here," he whispered, centimeters from my face. He tilted his head and fitted his lips with mine.
My eyes shot open, then slowly began to flutter shut. I placed my hand on his shoulder, bringing him closer.
The door opened and Jounochi's voice rung out, "Honey, I'm home! Oh, starting without me?"
I broke the kiss, looking down at my hands in my lap. My cheeks felt hot. "Kounichi-wa, Jounochi," I mumbled.
He closed the door and walked over to me. "What's this? Kaiba blushing?" He caressed my cheek with his hand and drew me closer. Jou pressed his lips against mine, then quickly broke it. "Or was Otogi just warming you up?"
I continued blushing, not looking at them as they took turns drawing me into chaste kisses until Otogi finally stuck his tongue in my mouth, rolling it around. I broke from it, standing up, coughing. I barely got an, "Excuse me," before I rushed out of the room to where I assumed was a bathroom.
It wasn't.
It was a nicely furnish, but obviously under-used bedroom.
Ah, well, I decided, leaning against the back of the closed door. I began sucking in uneasy breaths, several things racing through my head. Before I got too involved with my thoughts, a knock came at the door. "Kaiba?" Otogi's self-assured voice called from behind the door. "You okay in there? The bathroom is down the hall."
"I'm not sure if I still want to do this," I said evenly.
"Don't worry about it," he said, not ever pausing long enough to sound disappointed or shocked. "Why don't you come out and watch a movie or something with Jounochi? I have some work to do."
I opened the door a crack, peeking out.
He smiled at me warmly. "It's okay, Kaiba. I freaked out my first time, too. Just take your time."
I nodded, closing the door again. Honestly, I couldn't help thinking to myself. How the hell did I end up in this mess? My sudden desire to have a friend or two? God, Mokuba, you've really done it this time.
Figures. I always blame my own weakness on everyone else. I really am pathetic.
I finally opened the door and wondered out to the living room. Jounochi was slung over the couch, stareing at the TV. It was weird how my heart skipped a beat when I saw him, as lame as *that* sounds.
He gazed up at me and smiled. He motioned for the cushions beside him. "Take a seat." His smile's kind of charming, not goofy like I always thought before. "Or stand, you look good standing there."
I raised my eyebrow, then delicately took the seat next to him. "What are you watching?" I asked softly.
"You."
I nearly started coughing. "You're being different."
"I'm being honest." He caressed my cheek for a second, then smiled sheepishly. "Eh, I'll leave you alone if you want."
I sat up straighter and looked down at my hands in my lap. "No, it's fine, that's why I'm here, right?"
"Not just that, jeez, Kaiba. Calm down. You're uptight, you know that?" He took my hand in his and held it carefully. "I like you better when we're alone," he said carefully, an unsure smile on his face. Jounochi seemed to always smile, except when I was around. Now he just kept smiling.
What kind of person always smiles?
Someone so hurt they can't close up from the world.
Like me.
Why is Jounochi like this?
What could have hurt him so bad to be like this?
"You look sad," he commented, breaking me from my thoughts. "I think that's the only emotion I've ever seen on your face. Do you get sad a lot?"
"I don't want to talk about that," I said, withdrawing.
"Understandable. But you're hurting my hand."
I realized I was clutching his hand in a death grip. I drop his hand like it's on fire. "Oh, sorry."
He just keeps smiling. "You have arthritis or something from all that computer stuff you do?"
"Carpal tunnal."
"But great posture. I've never seen someone stand up so straight without any slouching at all. Come on, relax."
He wedged himself behind me, causing me to turn back to look at him. "What are you doing?"
"You need a neck rub or something. I'm good at those. Come on."
The next thing I now, he's touched this part on the small of my back and I'm completely slack in his arms. He's laughing at me, staring down into my eyes. "You're very tense. Just relax. Kind of like right now." He eased himself from under me and stood up, holding out a hand. "We can use Otogi's futon."
"For what?" I asked suspiciously.
He's laughing his head off. "For a *massage*! What did you think?"
"Well," I said, standing up, "considering the pretense of why I'm here, you'd be suspicious, too!"
"No, I'd be like, hell yeah! Sex!"
"I always thought you were straight. I mean, with that blond..."
"Mai? She's way older than me. I like her and everything, but the chances? Eh, not good." He slipped his arm around the small of my back and led me through the hallways. "I'm bi. I've just had more chances with guys than girls. I'm not really smooth with the lades. All gay guys like the big dork who makes a fool of themselves."
"All?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Eh, well, no, not all. But look at it this way, now you can have me on my knees like a dog," he said, giving me a sly smile.
"Wha--?" My eyes widened as he pushed me into a bedroom.
"I'm not all dork, Kaiba. And I'm certainly not stupid. I might not be smart like you or Ryou, but I got the skills to do what I'm good at."
"So what are you good at?" I asked, my arms folding over my chest.
"Sex. And fighting."
"I'm better at the second."
"I'm better at the first." My eyes widened at he pulled me down onto the futon. "Lie down," he purred into my ear.
"What are you going to do?"
"Whatever you want."
I looked back at the door, startled. "What about Otogi? I thought it was a--"
"I have permission. He says that if you only want to have sex with one of us it's fine. He has work to do anyway. You don't have to do this with me if you don't want. If you prefer Otogi, I understand. I'm not exactly your favorite person."
"I-I barely know him."
"You don't have to have sex with either of us. He was surprised you agreed."
"I don't know. S-sex is a big step..."
"God, you look hot when you're confused."
"I'm not confused. I'm flustered!"
He laughed. "At least let me give you a massage. Deal? And I won't pull anything."
"Okay," I said quietly.