Dogs Do The Silliest Things, by Dani Wheeler-Kaiba

Dedicated to whatever forces led me to first watch Yu-Gi-Oh

Disclaimer: Much as I wish the world of Yu-Gi-Oh was mine, that will only ever be a wish. In other words, it's not mine. Unfortunately.

Summary: SetoxJou. That should say it all. What started as a usual day of hatred between Seto Kaiba and Katsuya Jounouchi was completely turned around. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, or maybe it was something more. I don't know as much about Yu-Gi-Oh as I'd like to, so please forgive any little mistakes I make.

First of all, I re-read my last chapter, and I don't hate it as much as I did before. I think I just hated it then because it took me so long to write.

And second of all, to my friend Laura – this chapter is not for you. I have tried time and time again to convince you, but if you still read it…well, you have been warned. So don't look at me strangely.

WARNING. CONTAINS YAOI. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

Ch. 8: Tease

"So was that all you wanted to know? Or are you going to stay here for longer?" Kaiba asked.

Jou stood up, his eyes on the floor. "I don't wanna intrude any more than I need to."

"It's hardly intrusion when I invited you in," said Kaiba, rolling his eyes. "If you would like, you may use the television now."

Jou frowned suspiciously. "What happened ta, 'no touchin' my stuff,' and, 'say what you gotta say then get the hell out,'?"

"Can't a person change their mind?"

"A person can. Kaiba can't."

"Well I just did. If you want to leave now, go ahead."

Immediately, Jou sat down again and grabbed the remote control. He didn't see Kaiba roll his eyes again as he went into the next room. Instead Jou became absorbed in television shows that he didn't even know existed; occasionally coming across one he did.

"Hey, the Duelling Channel's playin' World's Greatest Wins…hey Kaiba! They're showin' your picture!"

"Are they?" Kaiba sounded faintly interested.

"It's got you battlin' someone…you must've smashed 'em to get it into World's Greatest Wins…here we go it's gonna show your opponent now…oh."

Kaiba returned to the room. "Who is it?"

"It's…uh…Yugi."

The brunette stiffened. "Oh."

The televised battle wasn't showing one of Kaiba's many victories; it was showing a crushing defeat by Yugi Mutou. Kaiba hated being reminded that he always came out second-best against Yugi, and Jou wished he hadn't said anything. In an attempt to make up for his mistake he switched of the TV.

"Sorry Kaiba, I didn't – "

"Understood. Are you hungry?"

Jou blinked. "Am I what?"

"Hungry, mutt. Of all words I thought that one was in your vocabulary."

"Well…yeah, I guess so." On cue, his stomach rumbled loudly. "Why?"

"If you follow me, you will find the kitchen. In the kitchen, you will find an assortment of foods at your disposal." Kaiba waited for Jou to get up before leading him to another room.

Jou didn't understand. Kaiba, being nice? Was this the Apocalypse? Kaiba was never nice, and two kisses couldn't change that. Kaiba was Kaiba. But Jou couldn't see what ulterior motive the CEO could have by offering him food, unless of course poison was involved. But poisoning someone didn't seem like Kaiba's style, and besides, Jou was really hungry.

The kitchen was huge, even bigger than the lounge room. Everything was marble white and meticulously clean, like it had never been used before. A long bench stretched down the middle, and against the walls were about a hundred drawers, shelves and cupboards.

"Help yourself," said Kaiba.

The problem was, Jou didn't know what to help himself to or where to find it. His kitchen at home was just one pantry, one fridge, and one drawer. But he didn't want to ask Kaiba for help, so he picked a cupboard at random. Upon opening it, fifty or so bread knives gleamed threateningly close to his face. He shut the door hastily.

"Need some help, mutt?"

"Well ya don't exactly label where your food is," Jou grumbled.

"I don't exactly have hungry dogs coming in every day." Kaiba opened a few drawers, a couple of cupboards and a fridge, and soon he had produced two hearty sandwiches. He and Jou pulled two chairs up to the bench and began to eat. At first it was in silence, but when Jou began to feel slightly uncomfortable he made an attempt at conversation.

"So what is that you wear 'round your neck all the time?"

"This?" Kaiba indicated the card hanging from his neck.

"Yeah. Must be a pretty special monster if it ain't in your deck, even with your precious Blue Eyes White Dragons."

A smile played about Kaiba's lips. "Perhaps because this is no monster card. Or any card at all."

"What is it?"

"A photograph." He turned his accessory around for Jou to see; an image of a grinning Mokuba stared from it.

"Wow," said Jou. "And you carry that around all the time?"

"Sometimes I need to be reminded that I still have family."

Family. Shizuka's face flashed in Jou's mind. He hadn't seen his younger sister in months.

"Yeah, you don't wanna forget that."

Kaiba nodded. "Mokuba is the only one who I can really trust."

"Sometimes I feel that way with my sister, Shizuka."

The pause that followed this was lengthy, but then Jou said quietly, "Y'know, Kaiba…you can always trust me."

Kaiba gave another slight smile. "We have only recently stopped calling ourselves enemies. The trust barrier is still light years away."

"Your trust barrier's too hard to breach, Kaiba," Jou grinned, leaning in a little towards the brunette.

"Well if you are looking to break through it, the first step would be to call me by my first name."

Jou was surprised. Nobody called Kaiba by his first name. Nobody was ever allowed. "All right…Seto." It felt strange to say it. "But you gotta start callin' me by my name too."

Kaiba – Seto – reached out and touched Jou's cheek. Jou shivered; his fingers were cool, but not unpleasantly so. Seto kissed him lightly before shaking his head. "I still prefer mutt. It suits you so well."

Jou tried to scowl, but all he could manage was an adorable pout.

"Don't look like that or I'll have no choice but to kiss you again." Predictably, Jou didn't move a muscle. So Seto leaned over the bench top again, but this time Jou was prepared, and went on the offensive. Seto didn't care. Either way he was kissing Jou.

Jou's eyes were closed. A trust barrier may have still separated them, but Jou felt at this moment that he had never trusted someone else so much in his life. It didn't matter that until only four days ago they had hated each other; all that mattered was here and now, being held by Seto. Jou could barely believe that this had all started with some stupid dream.

His tongue pressed forward against Seto's lips, demanding entrance, which was granted immediately. They realised that kissing from opposite sides of a bench was thoroughly awkward, so Jou physically climbed on top of the bench to get closer. Once there his arms snaked around Seto's waist, disregarding the shirt that was irksomely in the way. Seto freed himself from Jou's mouth and instead moved down to his collarbone. Jou took a sharp intake of breath, then gritted his teeth, trying not to moan, but it escaped from him anyway. Seto took this as a compliment, and reached to help remove the blonde's T-shirt. Not that Jou did anything; he was enjoying Seto's assistance a lot.

Seto was making his way slowly down Jou's well-toned torso, attacking with his tongue whatever he could reach, but suddenly Jou leaned away.

"You can't have all the fun," he grinned.

Their positions were reversed, Seto having relinquished control, and Jou almost literally on top of him. The puppy's body heat flowed into him, giving him an internal warmth that he rarely experienced. But Jou was toying with him; kissing was all well and good but not when it left Seto so hungry for something more. He gave an intense groan as his neck became subject to not just Jou's lips, but to an extent, his teeth as well. That was going to leave a mark. Seto felt his body give way to the hard-on throbbing beneath his clothing - damn the puppy for being such a tease.

"Come on, mutt, you can do better than that."

So Jou did, but damnit he was taking his sweet time. For someone who wanted this as much as Seto – which was obvious, from the bulge beneath his own pants – he sure was patient. Well Seto was not patient. Instead of waiting for Jou, he threw himself forward, reversing their positions again.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, mutt: I want you, and I want you now."

Jou struggled for dominance, but Seto wasn't going to give in. When Jou realised that, he made one final attempt to turn things around; he flipped himself onto his stomach, rolling Kaiba off him. Convinced he had won, Jou flipped back to his normal position, when suddenly –

SMASH!

Fragments of china scattered over the floor, along with the remains of Jou's abandoned sandwich. The blonde had forgotten about it, and had accidentally knocked it off the bench.

"Oops," he said, sitting up.

Seto looked at him, panting. "Forget it."

"Will do," said Jou. "What a way to kill the moment though, huh?"

"Pretend nothing happened. Go back to where we were."

Jou shook his head, picking his shirt up off the ground. "No way, Kai- Seto."

"What?"

"The moment's gone. We'll have to wait till next time."

Seto looked at Jou like he was completely crazy. "Next time?"

Jou nodded, grinning. "Tough luck, Seto. Guess I'll be going soon. But can I go to your bathroom, or somewhere else private first?" He gestured at the prominence in his trousers. "Can't exactly leave the house like this."

Seto just gaped at him. It took him some time to process what had just happened. Unfortunately, his still-present arousal helped him understand.

Damn the puppy for being such a tease.

MWAHAHAHA! I'm rather evil, aren't I? I doubt I'll survive the day having interrupted Seto and Jou like that…don't hate me, lol, be patient…

I think that's the longest chapter so far…I actually have a plan now of what happens in the later chapters, so there is now a plot! Well, sort of…hope you enjoyed; please review!