Dogs Do The Silliest Things, by Dani Wheeler-Kaiba (now Hikari M666)

Dedicated to the forces that first led me to watch Yu-Gi-Oh – and this chapter to basically everyone who's reading this. How you put up with my writer's block, I'll never know.

Disclaimer: Owning Yugioh is just my wishful thinking, I'm afraid. If I did…mm…there would be a lot of hot Ryou/Bakura sex going on…excuse me while I imagine things with my dirty, dirty mind…

It's the last day of my holidays. I'm FORCING myself to post this chapter. Must….type…

This chapter contains a lemon. Actually, this chapter is a lemon. Hehe. Just so you know!

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Ch. 18: Being a VIP in the Kaiba Mansion

It was amazing how different the Kaiba mansion seemed when one was dating its owner. The first time Jou had been inside, everything was so ominous and intimidating because of its richness, but now it all seemed softer…inviting, even. As though he were now a VIP somewhere exclusive and dangerous to outsiders.

But he barely had time to notice this as behind him, Seto slammed the front door and without hesitation spun him around into a deep kiss. It was the sort of kiss that made his legs feel like they would fall beneath him, causing him to collapse right on top of Seto – which, honestly, he wouldn't have minded doing. He wrapped his arms around Seto's neck, pulling himself in even closer.

Seto felt that Jou's lips were parted a tiny fraction, and he took advantage of that by slipping his tongue into the blonde's mouth. He explored it for a while, before deliberately nudging Jou's tongue, coaxing it to move around as well. Soon both of their focus was entirely on the battle for dominance going on inside their mouths; everything around them was just a blur.

Luckily though, Seto could multi-task. His hands were down around Jou's waist, subtly pushing his shirt up while he was distracted by the kiss. Jou didn't notice until the shirt was up to his shoulders, and when he did, he moved his arms from Seto's neck and helped get rid of the offending article. Once it was off it was tossed into a corner somewhere. Neither paid attention to where.

Through their kisses, they incoherently stumbled towards the stairs. Jou was unlucky enough to be walking backwards when they reached them, so he tripped over the first one, pulling Seto with him, and landing quite painfully.

"Agh, sorry!" he hissed, back sore from the impact. Seto shook his head and stood up again.

"My fault." Then he smirked. "Now get up before I have to drag you on a leash."

Jou's jaw dropped. The dog comments had reached an all-time low! But even at the risk of seeming like a canine obeying his master's command, he scrambled to his feet.

"Good boy," Seto said mockingly, following it with a kiss to silence any angry retort Jou had.

Somehow – somehow – they managed to get halfway up the staircase. When they reached that point, Jou realised with some irritation that whilst he was completely topless, Seto hadn't even had his coat removed. That had to change right now, didn't it? Jou tossed the coat over the banister and couldn't even be bothered getting off the stairs before working on Seto's shirt as well. The shirt was a button-up so Jou tore at each button quickly; so quickly that he nearly ripped some of them out of their place.

"Watch it," Seto warned, though by the tone of his voice one could tell he didn't care what Jou was watching. "I'm not buying a new shirt."

Jou snorted as he opened the last button before tugging the shirt off Seto's shoulders. "Stingy bastard," he muttered under his breath, grinning. Seto heard him and narrowed his eyes in mock offence.

"Rabid mutt."

"Selfish rich-boy."

"Third-rate duellist."

"Friendless pretty-boy."

"Pretty boy? Why thank you," Seto said, before pulling Jou up another few stairs.

"What? No! I didn't mean it as a good thing!"

"Oh, I'm crushed. If you hate me so much, you're welcome to leave."

"Shut up!" Jou pulled Seto into another searing kiss.

It took them a while, but they finally reached the top of the staircase. Jou was in front of Seto, so he tried to find his own way to an appropriate room (preferably a bedroom of some sort), but he hadn't taken into consideration just how many rooms the mansion had. This corridor must have had a dozen doors on each side!

He took a stab in the dark and picked one. To his relief, it was a bedroom that looked like it belonged to Seto – large, neat, a pale shade of blue, and with a computer against the wall – but the brunette pulled him away.

"No," Seto said firmly, closing the door again.

"But I – "

"No."

Jou flushed, confusion and a bit of hurt evident on his face. He wished he could read Seto's expression as easily. "I – I thought you wanted to…" He left the sentence hanging, embarrassed.

"Not," Seto sounded serious and incredulous at the same time, "in Mokuba's room."

Jou gaped. "Mokuba's – oh, shit."

He always managed to do something to mortify himself beyond belief.

Seto acted as though nothing had happened. "Try this one." He directed Jou further down the hallway and into another room, and upon seeing its interior the blonde couldn't help but gasp.

This one was Seto's room. There was no doubt about it. True, it was a bit darker than Jou would have guessed, but everything about it just screamed Seto. A broad window fitted in the far wall, covering most of its expanse, lined by navy blue curtains; a desk sat in one corner, bare except for a few papers; another door led to a walk-in wardrobe and private bathroom; and the bed…it caught the eye immediately. What the covers were made of, Jou couldn't be sure, but they were definitely some sort of exquisite material he'd never seen before, and they were deep imperial purple.

Jou couldn't help but walk over and touch them. They felt soft and cool beneath his fingers. "Nice," he said simply.

Seto nodded. "In a lot of ancient places, purple was the colour of royalty." He smirked. "I thought it was fitting."

"Arrogant pig."

"Like I said, if you hate me so much you're welcome to leave."

"If you want me out, you're gonna have to kick me out yourself!" Jou crossed his arms over his bare chest and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well," Seto considered thoughtfully. "I could…but you're in such a convenient position for me to do this."

He leaned over Jou, pushing him onto his back forcefully. The blonde squirmed a bit, but not enough to make it seem as though he was actually putting up a fight. Seto's hands were holding down his shoulders and he was straddling Jou's legs comfortably.

"Seto?" Jou murmured.

"Mm?"

"Kiss me."

Seto was only too happy to do so, but while he claimed Jou's lips his hands stole down to the front of the blonde's pants. Even through the material, it was obvious that Jou was getting extremely aroused, and unsurprisingly, Seto was the same. So he didn't waste any time in unfastening Jou's jeans and his own, leaving them only in their boxers.

Jou shivered as his body was hit by cool air. "Seto – this is – I'm – "

"What?" Seto asked, before trailing his mouth along Jou's jaw line.

"Oooh…nothing…just – take me."

Seto smiled; a real, genuine smile that wasn't seen every day. Hearing Jou say those words…it was the ultimate show of trust for him. And he had no intention of breaking that.

"If that's what you want," he whispered in Jou's ear. "I seem to recall hearing Bakura say you hadn't done this before."

"Uh…yeah." Jou reddened. "Sorry."

"Sorry?"

"For not being more, y'know, experienced."

Seto hesitated for a moment, before saying, "That's nothing to apologise for. And, just so you know…I've never done this either."

Jou's eyes widened in surprise. "You haven't? So – this will be – "

"My first time, yes."

He relaxed and smiled as well. "Then I guess this is kind of a big thing."

"Mhm." Seto kissed Jou on the sensitive skin just below the ear, causing him to moan suddenly.

"Damn…you're pretty good at this, you know."

"Mhm," Seto repeated. He couldn't exactly speak properly when his mouth was this occupied.

Jou wasn't thinking very coherently any more. All he knew was that he wanted to be as close to Seto as possible – mind, body, soul, to complete the cliché. Almost independent of the rest of his body, his hands pulled at the elastic of the brunette's boxers, inching them slowly down.

Once Seto was before him, now completely naked, Jou couldn't help but stare at his body. Seto was – how else could he possibly put it? – gorgeous. There wasn't a single mar on his skin, his intense eyes were fixated on Jou almost in a seductive manner, and he was just, well, naturally beautiful. Why did Jou used to hate him?

Jou's boxers joined Seto's on the floor soon after, and Jou wasn't the only one left feeling as though he was seeing perfection. In some respects, the two teens were more alike than even they cared to admit, and somewhere deep down those similarities had attracted them to one another; in other respects, they were polar opposites, attracted because of their differences.

Both of them, though being completely different people, could honestly say that they thought the other one was exactly what they wanted.

"Jou…" Seto said softly. Jou looked at him questioningly. "Are you nervous?"

Jou didn't even pause before shaking his head. "I trust you enough not to be."

Again, Seto gave that easy smile that spread so naturally over his features. "Thank you." He looked serious for a moment. "I know enough about how this works to know that it's not painless. But tell me if I hurt you too much."

Jou nodded, understanding, but he wasn't lying when he said he trusted Seto enough not to be nervous. He knew a little about what went on in sex as well, so he knew that what Seto said was true.

Seto knew that to make this easiest for Jou, he would need some form of lubrication. That wasn't something that he just happened to have lying around the house. He grabbed the next best thing: a small jar of hand lotion on his bedside table. He unscrewed the lid and dipped three of his fingers into the semi-set liquid, liberally coating them. Once he had enough, he moved his hand around to the small of Jou's back, then very slowly lowered it from there towards his target.

Jou hissed when the cold moisture on Seto's fingers brushed against his entrance, but he braced himself. Seto took his time, easing one finger inside him at a time until all three were stretching him; preparing him for what was to come. Jou squirmed, uncomfortable, but not yet in any real pain.

When he felt Jou was ready, Seto whispered, "Ready?"

Jou just nodded. Ready? He had never been more ready for anything in his life.

Seto withdrew his fingers and used the lotion that still covered them to coat his arousal, before positioning himself at Jou's entrance. Gingerly, he pushed himself forward.

"S – s – shit!" Jou screamed, screwing his eyes shut. Pain; pleasure; pain. He felt both, but unfortunately the pain was winning out. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down, but they came out more as gasps.

Seto winced; he could see this was hurting Jou, as they both knew it would, but it was hard to watch without feeling some sort of guilt – he wasn't feeling anything besides pure ecstasy at the moment.

"That's it, you're okay…keep breathing…look at me."

Jou complied, tentatively opening his eyes to meet Seto's. When they did, he instantly felt his body relax and get used to the sensation. The pain was subsiding slightly…it was actually starting to feel good…

"Seto," he breathed. "Move."

Slightly surprised at Jou's forwardness, but certainly not complaining, Seto did.

If Jou had thought perfection was just staring at Seto, then this was beyond worldly perfection. It was an indescribable feeling to have both of them together, wanting each other, taking each other…they couldn't possibly ask for any more.

How long this lasted, neither knew nor cared. Their lovemaking could have gone for minutes, hours – they were oblivious to everything except each other. Finally, in the last moments of passion, Seto climaxed violently, his seed spilling inside of Jou, inciting the blonde to do the same, coming over their torsos. Seto nearly collapsed on top of his lover in exhaustion, moving off him just before he fell onto the mattress.

"Th – thank you," he gasped, before his eyes flickered shut, his energy spent.

Jou could feel sleep claiming him too, but before it did he shifted right up next to Seto, holding him closely, feeling his warmth.

"You too, Seto," he yawned. And he drifted off.

Phew…all I can say is, finally. FINALLY! I MADE YOU WAIT TWO MONTHS, BUT THIS CHAPTER IS DONE!

Not the story. There's still more story. Plenty more story. But the chapter is here!

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