A/N: I only have this chapter out so soon after the last one because I was up all night, caffeinated. Soda will do that to you. –shudder- Anyway, another Seto chapter. I hope I'm not the only one noticing a pattern. … Didn't I talk about this pattern like two chapters ago? Ugh, this is what I get for having author's notes.
I like this chapter especially because, well … you'll find out soon enough. Crazed fangirl on the loose. This flips back and forth from present to past. During the memory, we'll be reading about present Seto! Or something like that ... you'll understand when you read it.
-watches rating go up- Wow, I am good, huh? -rating stops- Ah, screw you, rating. -pout-
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The water dripped over his skin and fell to his feet. He rubbed his foot on the shower floor, the texture tickling the arch of his foot. Seto turned the water from hot to mild. He had succeeded in staying up all night and not getting any sleep. He had finished his paper and immediately rolled into the next day by taking a shower. And where had that led him? To memories of Jou.
He had only one memory of Jou that had to do with a shower. He remembered it quite well too. Gozaburo had to go away on business. The man was so cold-hearted that he had to take Seto with him and keep the boy locked away in a hotel room.
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"I'll be back, Seto. So don't try anything and don't you dare move from that spot."
Seto nodded as his stepfather stared him down before leaving. Gozaburo must have had quite a lot of confidence in his "parenting skills" seeing as how he didn't bother locking the door. And he didn't have to. Seto sat there on the bed, quiet and still. It was like he was chained to the bedside.
"Hey!"
Seto's head snapped up and his eyes locked on the direction the voice had come from. Someone was at the door. Seto shifted, remembering what Gozaburo said. He couldn't move. The knocking was insistent. Seto couldn't take it anymore. He jumped from the bed and raced to the door, snatching the door open.
"What do you- Jou …"
Seto was speechless. There, in the doorway, stood the boy who made his heart stop. His hair was tousled and messy. His eyes were droopy and one even had a black ring around it as though he had gotten in a fight, but smiling nonetheless. His school uniform was also torn a certain parts. Patches of dirt or dust was on him, like he had been thrown around or stepped.
"You wouldn't believe the shit I just went through to see you."
Seto didn't even have a chance to say anything. Jou attacked his lips in a searing kiss. His hands fell to Seto's slim hips. Seto pulled away for a short second.
"You're not supposed to be here."
"Shut up."
Seto laughed as Jou took over his lips again. Jou's hand slipped lower and lifted Seto's leg to wrap around his waist. Seto's fingers dug into the blonde's neck in reaction to the sudden move of Jou's foot. They hopped around a little, trying to catch their balance, still clinging to each other. Somewhere along the line, Seto couldn't remember, they ended up in the bathroom, in the shower, soaking wet.
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The memory in Seto's mind was driving him insane. He remembered that day. He could easily still feel Jou's breath on his neck. The fiery passion that made his body freeze. The hands that caressed his needy body. The tongue that ravished his mouth. Seto's mouth fell open in shock as a lightening sort of passion shot through him. His hands slowly traveled down his built torso and stopped to wrap around his hard length. His skin instantly heated up, especially his face, creating a full-body blush.
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Jou shuddered, his forehead against Seto's, "Now this is a cold shower."
"You needed one?" Seto giggled, his hands now planted on the sides of Jou's face.
"Being around someone as hot as you? It's a surprise I don't stay in the shower all day."
"Hm, now you can make up for it and cool off so I don't burn you to a crisp."
The two laughed cheerfully. The laughter was music to Seto's ears. He had never quite felt so happy in his life, not that he could remember. The merry laughter died down and they were once again caught in each other's gaze. Seto could feel his face growing hot as Jou's gaze became insistent and unwavering.
"Stop that!" Seto suddenly yelped, turning away from Jou.
The blond stared at him even more. Jou was confused at Seto's actions, but Seto thought that he knew perfectly well what he was doing. It was embarrassing to have someone look at him like that. For most of his 16 years it had been a sweet smile from Mokuba, a blank look from a maid, or a death glare from Gozaburo. But never had anyone looked at him quite like Jou did. Even though it made Seto feel good, it was also extremely awkward.
"What'd I do?"
"That- that look."
"What look?"
"You were staring at me."
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He wished that those eyes could be on him again. In the back of his head, Seto imagined those amber bedroom eyes. Seto shuddered, his back sliding lower on the slippery shower wall. He stroked himself slowly, small yelps an purrs erupting form his throat. His hands felt like Jou's had, gentle, though firm. He whimpered the name of his late would be lover and just barely heard the echo.
"Jou ..."
The water seemed to go from mild back to hot. Didn't he just turn it down? The thought left Seto's mind as his stroking hand changed pace to a faster motion. He cried out, his other hand gripping at the tiled wall. Was this what Jou had wanted to do to him so badly? Why in the world had he stopped him?
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There was a silence before Jou burst out in a fit of mocking laughter. Seto turned completely from him. Their soaking wet clothes and destroyed hair didn't seem to matter anymore.
"And that's a bad thing? I was complimenting you, Seto. I was staring at you because I can't take my eyes off you."
Seto's blush got darker and he bit down a shudder as Jou pulled him into an embrace, his head on the brunette's shoulder. Sly hands skillfully undid Seto's white, now see-through, dress shirt. A moan tore from Seto as Jou's hands played on the defined stomach and torso and a wet muscle caressed his neck. Jou whispered in Seto's ear, gently nibbling at the shell all the while.
"You may not believe it, but Gozaburo knows how beautiful you are. He's just so jealous of you that he stains you to make him feel better. Don't worry, Seto. I promise I'll get you out of this. Gozaburo can't lock away your beauty forever."
Seto sighed, the dramatic air was suffocating him. He knew in his mind that Jou was right. But it was hard trying to live under something that wasn't Gozaburo's law. It was all so different when he saw people doing things Gozaburo would frown upon for days. It was so different to have met someone like Jou. It was different to have a boyfriend who loved you.
"He's a bastard. Treating you like this. He doesn't deserve to live."
Seto looked at Jou when the violent words floated to his ears. He had never heard Jou say something about someone dying. Especially not about how someone doesn't deserve to live. It was a side he had never seen of Jou. He quickly tore away from Jou's embrace. Jou took hold of Seto's arms just to hold a connection to the other boy.
"What? Jou stop saying that. Gozaburo may be-"
"Seto! Have you looked at your back? You look like a bleeding zebra! That man is dangerous. If you're not careful ..."
There was another long and chilling silence. But this one was more depressing. They couldn't even look at each other's eyes. It was Seto who finally broke the silence.
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"Ahh! Ooh ..."
Seto bit his lip and cried out again, louder this time, as he was not only brought to his peak, but practically thrown over it. He finally fell to the shower ground, out of breath and drained of the energy he had been needing for the rest of the day.
"God, Jou ... I miss you so much."
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"Look at us. We're soaking wet."
He chuckled weakly before stepping out of the shower and leaving Jou in the bathroom. Jou followed him and caught up, stopping Seto. Sad azure orbs clashed with upset amber. Jou have a rough tug at Seto's wrist, forcing the boy against him. Seto stared up at Jou pleadingly, silently begging him to let go.
"Seto, listen to me."
"Let go. You're hurting me."
"Listen to me!"
"No! Let go!"
"Seto! Please! Just listen!"
Seto quieted down and watched Jou, waiting for him to say what was so important.
"I'm begging you. Run away with me."
"You must be kidding. I thought we were on the same level of seriousness, but I can clearly see now- we're not." Seto snatched his wrist from Jou and turned away, starting for the suite.
"I'm not joking, Seto. Run away with me. We'll leave and go to anywhere you wanna go. I just want to get you far away from Gozaburo."
"You just don't realize, do you? Gozaburo is god. He knows where I am, he knows where I want to go, and he knows where I will be. I can't get away from him. There's no use. Get back from Cloud 9 and come to reality. I can never leave Gozaburo."
The brunette kept walking towards the couch, but Jou stopped walking. He crossed his arms across his chest and held down the urge to slap Seto. The boy was so chained. How hard could it be to break free? Was Gozaburo really that powerful? Had he actually brainwashed Seto into fearing him as a god?
"Did you just call him god?"
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Had he called him god? The thought that he did call Gozaburo, of all people, god was quite creepy to Seto. But he knew all too well that back then, he was so much more meek than he was now. With that, Seto quickly hopped out of the shower and grabbed his towel, leaving for his bedroom.
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"Well, what else was I supposed to call him? I cant call him by his name; I'd be 'disrespectful'. I can't call him my guardian; I'd sound as though I felt I was just a 'responsibility.' And I sure as hell can't call him Daddy."
Jou sat down on the long couch and scooted closer. Seto gasped as he was then pushed down on the couch and, in the blink of an eye, underneath Jou.
"What- What are you doing?"
"I want to make you feel special, Seto. No one ever does anything special for you. I want to change that."
Although Seto had never been, er ... touched, so to speak, he had read those books through and through. Jou was looking to get in his pants. And sure, he wanted to just as much as his advancing boyfriend. But Seto was still far behind in mental status. While Jou was thinking about all that mind-blowing sex, Seto was still in fear of Gozaburo. What would Gozaburo say? What would he do? Just as Jou unbuttoned Seto's pants, Seto gave a loud protest.
"Wait! Jou, I ..."
"I understand."
"You do?"
Jou nodded and placed a sweet kiss on the brunette's forehead, "I'd wait forever and a day for you, Seto."
"For me?" Seto repeated, blushing as Jou took his hands in his.
"Only for you."
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Seto sighed and did the most un-Seto Kaiba thing he could do at the moment- he plopped on his bed and cried.
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Eee! I promise I'll stop making you cry, Seto! I promise! -dodges Super Seto Punch- You wouldn't hit a girl, would you? ... I thought so. Anyway, I know I keep making Seto cry. I can't help it! He's just so ... gah, I don't know. It's just something about a crying Seto that makes my fangirlism show. Kind of like Honda as a waiter!
I'm mostly shocked that I got two chapters up in one day. I know it says the 3rd of June I updated and it actually is. But my mental day schedule is far beyond complex. I'm waited untilthe next day (today) to post this so it won't seem like I rushed. Besides, why make you all wait for the rating raiser? -evil cackle-
This thing is 12 f---ing pages! 12! Can I believe it? No, I can't. I used double-spacing and a large font in OpenOffice. I like to boost my ego; who doesn't?