Hello ^.^ Decided to put some of my authors notes in front this time. Now
I still don't have the rules for the fanfic challenge yet so don't sweat
it...although I didn't get the kind of response I hoped for..but no matter!
This chapter is short but only cause for some strange reason I felt it
should end there. Now I need to remind you guys I stated it at the
beginning of the chapter that this fic will be slow with fluff and eventual
lemon.. Thank you all so much for your support! I'll post my questions at
the end so Ja!
Wiping the large pools of cold sweat from his brow, Seto tucked the loose sheets around the weary Jounochi. He had had quite a night.
***
"Mokuba! MOKUBA!!"
Seto yanked up the dead weight body from the floor, cradling the limp boy against him.
"Oni-sama what's wrong?" Mokuba called as he stopped in mid step on his decent down the flight of stairs. He looked to his brother in utter horror as he struggled up the stairs. "What happened to him?" His voice was so panicked, so drenched with worry.
"Draw a warm bath Mokuba." Seto grunted through clenched teeth. "And get a stack of clean towels from down the hall." His arms started to strain as he felt a slight slow burn build in his shoulders with the loose weight dangling in his arms. Mokuba was already in the bathroom hovering over the faucet, adjusting the dials carefully. Seto knelt by his brother, resting Jou against the gleaming porcelain tub.
Now Mokuba knew full well what his brother would think of his coming question, but he had to ask, he just had to. What if this got serious and became.. fatal to his poor pu.friend.
"Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?" The rather reluctant question fell from his lips. All of Seto's movements stopped as his hands lingered over the water. His entire body showed the immense tension that was building in the air. The running water and the heavy breathing of the ill stricken Jounochi were the only sounds filling the room as Mokuba desperately waited for his brother's response.
"Seto?"
"Where are those towels Mokuba?" His voice was laced with icy sternness, stabbing at Mokuba's still lingering words, his body never moving. His brother winced slightly, knowing Seto's feelings would never change, but he had every right not to. Mokuba muttered a timid apology as he slowly crept out of the room. Seto shook his head, giving a few quick slaps to his cheeks, now wasn't the time to lose his head. He had to focus or Jou would be in serious trouble. He looked over the feeble blonde next to him. The shaken brunette could hear the beating of his heart pound away in his ears. He knew he needed to undress Jou, so why was it so difficult? This was the ultimate point of every fantasy and sexual desire he had ever had.
Why then did his hands tremble whenever he moved towards him? Why then every time he inched closer to the sweat coated skin images of his dream would flash before him as well as the events that played out this morning.
"Seto.." A withdrawn voice called his name, making the other boy nearly jump out of his skin.
"It's hot, it's so hot." Jou moaned out, his eyes fluttering with a mad drive.
"Seto it's so hot." He groaned as droplet after droplet of building perspiration fell down his face.
And that was that, there were no longer any signs of hesitation as Seto's hands worked away the still dirt covered pants, thinking that taking off his boxers would be a little to much for him. Jou's shoes and socks were caught up in his pant legs and were all piled in a disheveled heap. Seto pulled Jou's alarmingly scolding body against his, lowering it into the luke warm water.
"No!" Jou flung his arms around Seto's neck as his lower body plunked into the water. His grasp was so weak, but so desperate.
"It's alright Jou, it just seems that way. It's really not that hot you're just."
"No!" With that last outburst, the blonde's body slumped down again.
"Jou!" The blonde's body fell back to the large tub sinking below the gradually rising water.
"Shit!" Seto kicked off his boots and stepped in after Jou, hooking his palms under his arms.
"Seto!" Mokuba cried as he dropped all the towels to the floor.
"Turn off the water Mokuba." His brother spoke calmly, seating himself inside the tub. Pulling the drowsy Jou against him. Mokuba, nearly tripping over the spilled towels, darted to the faucet clamping off the water.
"There. How is he?" Mokuba rested his chin on the topside on the vat, peering over at Jou.
"He'll be all right, hand me the washcloth Mokuba." His brother more than instantly complied, handing the fluffy, white clothe to Seto.
"Good, now I want you to get settled and get ready for bed. Tomorrow is school."
"But Seto!" Seto looked to him, cutting his eyes in a somewhat dangerous way, but never anything too bad for his little brother. Mokuba only stared back, desperately pleading with the emotion lingering in his eyes to his brother, but there would be no quarter. The black haired youth hung his head and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Seto dipped the rag beneath the clear water, ringing it out along Jou's back, hearing the sigh that fell from the boy's lips as the warm liquid ran down his back. Of all the things that could of happen. Seto was noticing every move Jou made the heat from there skin on skin contact seeping through his whole body.
No, no none of that, Jou's sick and he's just suffering and..
"Ahh..." The breath of that soft moan lapped at Seto's neck as he ran the cloth across Jou's shoulders
Please.god if you exist.
"Mmmm." Jou turned his head, pressing his smoldering lips against Seto's bare chest.
Make it stop. Seto could already feel small electric tingles travel along his skin, down to the last place in the world he needed to be sensitive.
Jou sighed again, his body seeming to regain some of its control from the fever. He nestled closer to Seto, bringing his legs to rest between his legs.
Don't I have any self-control!! His mind screamed as he grit his teeth, wrapping his arms tightly around Jou. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts. Baseball, duel monsters, work, my office, the desk chair, the desk, ..Jou on the desk, ..on his back. Shit this isn't working. Seto bit at his tongue just resting there, thankful that Jou no longer made any more suggestive movements.
***
Seto looked over the blonde again, sleeping soundly in his bed, relieved that his fever finally broke an hour ago. They had spent about two hours in the tub before, waiting until the little puppy's skin was a little cooler. He had carried the blonde to his room, happy that he was coherent enough to put on some new dry clothes before promptly passing out again.
Seto was in his room, putting on some new clothes as well, before heading back to the bathroom to clean up the night's mess.
***
Ohh..I feel so sore, I'm so tired.. What happened? Yet the moment the tired Jou sat up, his vision was a swirl of color as his stomach was a raging sea of nausea. Oh my god.. Jou had never felt so sick in his life, oh god he didn't want to throw up ack! He waved his hands at the side of the bed, surprisingly finding a bucket, feeling the bile rise in his throat. What was even more surprisingly was the firm hand that wove through his hair, pulling it away from his face as another strong-arm snuggly held him in place around his hips. The foul tasting fluid piled into his mouth and into the bucket.
Jou coughed several times, wondering if what he did or how he felt was worse or better. He felt so light headed, so weightless.That's because... he was being carried?! The bright bathroom lights stung at his eyes as cold water was splashed at his face.
"Open your mouth" (Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
Jou did, but only to feel that nasty taste swish around his mouth before quickly spitting back out.
"Good pup."
He felt a tender pat on his head..Seto? His continuousness left him again, slowly gaining it back as he felt the soft matrices once again beneath him. Darkness filled the room no matter how hard he tried to see. He felt panic grip his chest as he tried to feel around the room.
"Seto? Seto!!" The matrices shifted as another body of weight crawled onto the bed and Jou was met with a kindhearted embrace. Jou breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he sank into Seto's arms.
"It's alright Jou." The thick rich voice rubbed at his ears. "It's 5:30 and it's still a little dark out. You had a fever, but you're alright now." His finger wove into the golden strands of Jou's hair, holding him closer like a precious treasure.
Seto..took care of him? Seto..sat here all night watching him? Why? Why was there this great change in Seto, just over him? Why did this all have to happen? Why did he fell so confused? Why was he so scared of how his feelings were changing? He clung to Seto, wrapping himself inside of the older boy's strong arms, relishing in his warmth.
"You gave Mokuba such a scare.I think he'll have gray hairs in the morning." Seto smiled, stroking Jou's hair.
"Were you worried?" The sudden and immediate question caught Seto off guard. He found himself face to face with two pairs of hazy chocolate eyes.
"Well.I...Yes of course I was." He said a little bit baffled.
"You were here all night?"
"Well.yes I was."
Jou's face melted before Seto into something so warm, happy, and joyful that it was almost breathtaking. Jou slowly arched his neck, placing a gentle but long lingering kiss on Seto's cheek, pulling back to stare and the even more confused Seto.
"Thank you."
"Yo...you're welcome." A creeping maroon blush dances on Seto cheeks, making Jou laugh in such a carefree manner.
He does care...
Some are you guys are getting down right vicious with this Seto and Jou action ^^;; I can't say I blame you. I'm just trying to make it somewhat realistic. Your not exactly gonna jump into bed with someone you hate..or at least that you thought you hated. You know? ^^;; Now someone asked me how Jou got sick. Well when they were outside gardening. Granted the time I set for it was September October weather. Jou was all sweaty with no shirt and he worked till it was dark out. The cold breeze gave him something called "the chills" It can lead to a 24 hour bug which gives you aches, nausea, a fever, and other things. Would you guys mind if I posted the lemon part of the story on my site? Just so I don't kicked off? Or should I just get some balls and post it? Next should I tie in their Egyptian pasts or no? And yes there is going to be one more Monday chapter.
Thanks again everyone!
RyogazGal: Yeah Mokuba is such a sweetie pie. I love him so much ^_^. Those sites you gave me didn't work so umm.what were they? I know I abandoned my gw fic but I work on what's popular so I can keep my readers ^^;; I promise to work on it though. Can't wait to read your stuff.
Mikenno: Evil plotting isn't nice 0.o
Futago no Seishi: You are just the nicest person ever * huggles her a million times * and such a wonderful writer!
Setos: 0.0......Arigato Seto-sama!! *gives him a tight huggle * I like the way you think Mwahahahahah!!!
Wiping the large pools of cold sweat from his brow, Seto tucked the loose sheets around the weary Jounochi. He had had quite a night.
***
"Mokuba! MOKUBA!!"
Seto yanked up the dead weight body from the floor, cradling the limp boy against him.
"Oni-sama what's wrong?" Mokuba called as he stopped in mid step on his decent down the flight of stairs. He looked to his brother in utter horror as he struggled up the stairs. "What happened to him?" His voice was so panicked, so drenched with worry.
"Draw a warm bath Mokuba." Seto grunted through clenched teeth. "And get a stack of clean towels from down the hall." His arms started to strain as he felt a slight slow burn build in his shoulders with the loose weight dangling in his arms. Mokuba was already in the bathroom hovering over the faucet, adjusting the dials carefully. Seto knelt by his brother, resting Jou against the gleaming porcelain tub.
Now Mokuba knew full well what his brother would think of his coming question, but he had to ask, he just had to. What if this got serious and became.. fatal to his poor pu.friend.
"Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?" The rather reluctant question fell from his lips. All of Seto's movements stopped as his hands lingered over the water. His entire body showed the immense tension that was building in the air. The running water and the heavy breathing of the ill stricken Jounochi were the only sounds filling the room as Mokuba desperately waited for his brother's response.
"Seto?"
"Where are those towels Mokuba?" His voice was laced with icy sternness, stabbing at Mokuba's still lingering words, his body never moving. His brother winced slightly, knowing Seto's feelings would never change, but he had every right not to. Mokuba muttered a timid apology as he slowly crept out of the room. Seto shook his head, giving a few quick slaps to his cheeks, now wasn't the time to lose his head. He had to focus or Jou would be in serious trouble. He looked over the feeble blonde next to him. The shaken brunette could hear the beating of his heart pound away in his ears. He knew he needed to undress Jou, so why was it so difficult? This was the ultimate point of every fantasy and sexual desire he had ever had.
Why then did his hands tremble whenever he moved towards him? Why then every time he inched closer to the sweat coated skin images of his dream would flash before him as well as the events that played out this morning.
"Seto.." A withdrawn voice called his name, making the other boy nearly jump out of his skin.
"It's hot, it's so hot." Jou moaned out, his eyes fluttering with a mad drive.
"Seto it's so hot." He groaned as droplet after droplet of building perspiration fell down his face.
And that was that, there were no longer any signs of hesitation as Seto's hands worked away the still dirt covered pants, thinking that taking off his boxers would be a little to much for him. Jou's shoes and socks were caught up in his pant legs and were all piled in a disheveled heap. Seto pulled Jou's alarmingly scolding body against his, lowering it into the luke warm water.
"No!" Jou flung his arms around Seto's neck as his lower body plunked into the water. His grasp was so weak, but so desperate.
"It's alright Jou, it just seems that way. It's really not that hot you're just."
"No!" With that last outburst, the blonde's body slumped down again.
"Jou!" The blonde's body fell back to the large tub sinking below the gradually rising water.
"Shit!" Seto kicked off his boots and stepped in after Jou, hooking his palms under his arms.
"Seto!" Mokuba cried as he dropped all the towels to the floor.
"Turn off the water Mokuba." His brother spoke calmly, seating himself inside the tub. Pulling the drowsy Jou against him. Mokuba, nearly tripping over the spilled towels, darted to the faucet clamping off the water.
"There. How is he?" Mokuba rested his chin on the topside on the vat, peering over at Jou.
"He'll be all right, hand me the washcloth Mokuba." His brother more than instantly complied, handing the fluffy, white clothe to Seto.
"Good, now I want you to get settled and get ready for bed. Tomorrow is school."
"But Seto!" Seto looked to him, cutting his eyes in a somewhat dangerous way, but never anything too bad for his little brother. Mokuba only stared back, desperately pleading with the emotion lingering in his eyes to his brother, but there would be no quarter. The black haired youth hung his head and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Seto dipped the rag beneath the clear water, ringing it out along Jou's back, hearing the sigh that fell from the boy's lips as the warm liquid ran down his back. Of all the things that could of happen. Seto was noticing every move Jou made the heat from there skin on skin contact seeping through his whole body.
No, no none of that, Jou's sick and he's just suffering and..
"Ahh..." The breath of that soft moan lapped at Seto's neck as he ran the cloth across Jou's shoulders
Please.god if you exist.
"Mmmm." Jou turned his head, pressing his smoldering lips against Seto's bare chest.
Make it stop. Seto could already feel small electric tingles travel along his skin, down to the last place in the world he needed to be sensitive.
Jou sighed again, his body seeming to regain some of its control from the fever. He nestled closer to Seto, bringing his legs to rest between his legs.
Don't I have any self-control!! His mind screamed as he grit his teeth, wrapping his arms tightly around Jou. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts. Baseball, duel monsters, work, my office, the desk chair, the desk, ..Jou on the desk, ..on his back. Shit this isn't working. Seto bit at his tongue just resting there, thankful that Jou no longer made any more suggestive movements.
***
Seto looked over the blonde again, sleeping soundly in his bed, relieved that his fever finally broke an hour ago. They had spent about two hours in the tub before, waiting until the little puppy's skin was a little cooler. He had carried the blonde to his room, happy that he was coherent enough to put on some new dry clothes before promptly passing out again.
Seto was in his room, putting on some new clothes as well, before heading back to the bathroom to clean up the night's mess.
***
Ohh..I feel so sore, I'm so tired.. What happened? Yet the moment the tired Jou sat up, his vision was a swirl of color as his stomach was a raging sea of nausea. Oh my god.. Jou had never felt so sick in his life, oh god he didn't want to throw up ack! He waved his hands at the side of the bed, surprisingly finding a bucket, feeling the bile rise in his throat. What was even more surprisingly was the firm hand that wove through his hair, pulling it away from his face as another strong-arm snuggly held him in place around his hips. The foul tasting fluid piled into his mouth and into the bucket.
Jou coughed several times, wondering if what he did or how he felt was worse or better. He felt so light headed, so weightless.That's because... he was being carried?! The bright bathroom lights stung at his eyes as cold water was splashed at his face.
"Open your mouth" (Get your mind out of the gutter!!)
Jou did, but only to feel that nasty taste swish around his mouth before quickly spitting back out.
"Good pup."
He felt a tender pat on his head..Seto? His continuousness left him again, slowly gaining it back as he felt the soft matrices once again beneath him. Darkness filled the room no matter how hard he tried to see. He felt panic grip his chest as he tried to feel around the room.
"Seto? Seto!!" The matrices shifted as another body of weight crawled onto the bed and Jou was met with a kindhearted embrace. Jou breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he sank into Seto's arms.
"It's alright Jou." The thick rich voice rubbed at his ears. "It's 5:30 and it's still a little dark out. You had a fever, but you're alright now." His finger wove into the golden strands of Jou's hair, holding him closer like a precious treasure.
Seto..took care of him? Seto..sat here all night watching him? Why? Why was there this great change in Seto, just over him? Why did this all have to happen? Why did he fell so confused? Why was he so scared of how his feelings were changing? He clung to Seto, wrapping himself inside of the older boy's strong arms, relishing in his warmth.
"You gave Mokuba such a scare.I think he'll have gray hairs in the morning." Seto smiled, stroking Jou's hair.
"Were you worried?" The sudden and immediate question caught Seto off guard. He found himself face to face with two pairs of hazy chocolate eyes.
"Well.I...Yes of course I was." He said a little bit baffled.
"You were here all night?"
"Well.yes I was."
Jou's face melted before Seto into something so warm, happy, and joyful that it was almost breathtaking. Jou slowly arched his neck, placing a gentle but long lingering kiss on Seto's cheek, pulling back to stare and the even more confused Seto.
"Thank you."
"Yo...you're welcome." A creeping maroon blush dances on Seto cheeks, making Jou laugh in such a carefree manner.
He does care...
Some are you guys are getting down right vicious with this Seto and Jou action ^^;; I can't say I blame you. I'm just trying to make it somewhat realistic. Your not exactly gonna jump into bed with someone you hate..or at least that you thought you hated. You know? ^^;; Now someone asked me how Jou got sick. Well when they were outside gardening. Granted the time I set for it was September October weather. Jou was all sweaty with no shirt and he worked till it was dark out. The cold breeze gave him something called "the chills" It can lead to a 24 hour bug which gives you aches, nausea, a fever, and other things. Would you guys mind if I posted the lemon part of the story on my site? Just so I don't kicked off? Or should I just get some balls and post it? Next should I tie in their Egyptian pasts or no? And yes there is going to be one more Monday chapter.
Thanks again everyone!
RyogazGal: Yeah Mokuba is such a sweetie pie. I love him so much ^_^. Those sites you gave me didn't work so umm.what were they? I know I abandoned my gw fic but I work on what's popular so I can keep my readers ^^;; I promise to work on it though. Can't wait to read your stuff.
Mikenno: Evil plotting isn't nice 0.o
Futago no Seishi: You are just the nicest person ever * huggles her a million times * and such a wonderful writer!
Setos: 0.0......Arigato Seto-sama!! *gives him a tight huggle * I like the way you think Mwahahahahah!!!