Disclaimer: You know, I really wish I could say 'third time's the charm', but I think we all knew it was coming.

Rating: R I think. I'm a bit paranoid.

Warnings: This drabble has stronger Yaoi content than the others. If you've come this far, I'm guessing it doesn't bother you but, just in case, you have been warned. There is more of a focus on the sexual relationship between two men, so if that makes you squeamish, you may want to take a hike.

A/N: I guess this can't technically be called a drabble (although if I'm going by this principle, neither can the other two). They're all over 100 words, but I feel they're way too short to even be labeled as one-shots. I suppose you can call them whatever you want. Just as a warning, this one in a little angstier than the previous ones, and you may want to shoot Kaiba. I did – and I'm the one who wrote it!


Innate

Kaiba likes to remember the first time he and Jounouchi fucked. It's a memory he is particularly fond of. They had been arguing over something that neither of them can now remember, and the argument escalated into a full on shouting match. It was only a matter of minutes before they came to blows, and somewhere in the midst of rolling around and trying to beat each other to a pulp, clothes were torn off. This is where everything becomes a blur of sensations in his memory; recollected impressions of need and touch and feel. He vaguely remembers Jou, face pressed to the bathroom-stall door, pushing back against each savage thrust and moaning like a whore. Mostly he remembers how tight the boy felt; how the pleasure was more intense than anything he'd ever felt before; how he was certain the immensity of the feelings were too strong, that he would be swept away, and that he wouldn't give a damn if he was. He remembers how when it was all over he felt more sated than he had in a long while, how all the tension just melted away, how sex turned out to be exactly what he'd needed.

Kaiba likes to replay this memory when Jou looks at him with adoring eyes, steals and extra post-coital kiss and curls up against him. He likes to remember it when Jou lies beneath him on his back instead of his stomach so that he can lock their gazes together as they maintain a slow and steady rhythm; a sensuous, intimate dance. He likes to remember it when Jou greets him at the door with a familiar peck on the cheek and a wide, contented smile. He likes to remember it when he doesn't want to be contemplating where it all went so wrong.

He tells Jou it isn't working, and feels sick to his stomach when the blond's face falls and he begins to beg and plead for him to stay. Kaiba doesn't tell him why he's leaving, because no matter how much he loathes the sight of Jou right now, he feels he owes him that much at least.

And he always cherishes the memory of their first time together because that one, at least, comes with no associations.

Fin.