A/N Hi, here's the next chapter, thanks for all the wonderful reviews and suggestions! I'm sorry that I suck at describing clothes and styles and such... but hopefully I did a good enough job...
I will also personally thank everyone for their reviews from now on. I didn't even notice the link at first... Anyway, here's the new chapter!
Warnings: This story contains SEX, VIOLENCE, HOMOSEXUALITY, EXCESSIVE USE OF THE WORD 'FUCK', ANGST, CRUDE LANGUAGE, attempted murder on paparazzi and others, OOC, minor OC's, gay-bashing, YAOI and SHOUNEN-AI! MalexMale KISSING! And finally we have more GROPAGE!
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
The Wrong Idea
By Shimisaki-kun
Chapter eight – "Puppy Grooming II"
Katsuya glared at Seto hatefully. The smug bastard was standing in front of him, arms crossed across his chest, a smug smirk on his lips. His fingers were itching with the need to remove the smug expression Kaiba wore. When he got out of this chair he would show him...
As Katsuya pondered his revenge on Kaiba he could feel the other man's hands in his hair, carefully combing it. He relaxed a bit, almost closing his eyes, leaning back into the chair. He had always loved when people touched and played with his hair. He scowled inwardly. If Kaiba ever knew he would get more fuel for his 'dog' insults.
Seto watched the blonde as Jacques 'worked his magic' so to speak. The man was the best in the business and he really knew what he was doing. Jou had almost closed his eyes and he had a small smile on his lips. When Jacques turned the chair around and dipped it backwards the blonde sat up straight, looking around him to see what happened.
"Do not worry, I am just going to wash your 'air." The Frenchman said, gently pushing the blonde down again.
Seto swallowed a snicker and winked at the man as Jacques shooed him away. He walked over to the plush armchair and sat down, putting his briefcase on the table. He quickly released his laptop from the leather confine and placed it in his lap, starting to type away on his keyboard. Keeping this charade up was taking up a lot of his time, he had to get some work done.
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"Seto," Jacques called some times later. "We are done, do you not want to see how he turned out? Your little pet looks beautiful."
Seto turned his computer off and walked over to where Jacques and Jonouchi were standing. He watched the smaller blonde a bit more intently that usually, taking in his new appearance.
The puppy was clad entirely in white, white slacks that was tight at the top, but loose at the legs, a white polo shirt that was a mix between tight and comfortable, showing off all the right places and accentuating the boys slim frame. As Jou shifted a bit Seto could see that he had white leather shoes to finish off the ensemble. Next he lifted his head a bit to see what Jacques had done to the blondes face and hair.
He had to struggle to keep his breathing even, the person before him was looking far too beautiful to be a creature from this world. Jou's head was bowed down, his eyes were downcast, hiding the swirls of molten gold and honey. The blondes bangs fell into his eyes, shading his face, and the rest of his hair had been forced up into a short ponytail. As Seto stared at the blonde it seemed like a soft light surrounded him.
He blinked.
Everything was back to normal, no weird light. But Jou still looked good enough to eat.
"Doesn't he look like an angel? He certainly is a dream in white." Jacques said, smirking.
"Yes, he does look quite good." Seto answered.
"'Quite good?' Can you never admit when there is something you like?" Jacques pouted, crossing his arms.
"No." Seto said walking up to the puppy. "Come on, we have to get you some more clothes before we leave."
Katsuya just followed Kaiba, his cheeks burning. He felt like he was some kind of animal being scrutinised in the seams before he was put on display. The gai-jin hadn't done much with his hair, only shortened the bangs and opening them up a bit and trimmed the rest of his hair, giving it a clean cut smooth edge. His hair was still a bit too long for his liking, it fell halfway down his neck, it would soon touch his shoulders.
He started a bit when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. He turned his head around and saw Jacques smile down at him. "Do not worry, 'e is a very stubborn man." He said, his French accent making it slightly difficult to understand what he was saying. then, with a wink the older blonde walked up to Kaiba, reaching out he took a hanger with a deep crimson shirt on it. They said something to each other and then Jacques pointed to Katsuya, making Kaiba raise a brow questioningly. Katsuya bit his lip to keep him from pouting and walked up to them, standing next to Jacques instead of Kaiba.
"Yes, it would go great with black slacks and a midnight blue tie. Surely he needs something for your engagements that you oh so frequently great with your presence." Jacques said, giving the shirt to Jou. "Oh, then you need to get this," he said, pulling out a dark blue shirt, handing it to Seto.
"Jacques, I already have clothes, it is he who needs your expertise." Seto said, giving the shirt back to Jacques.
Jacques eyed the hand that held out the shirt to him, then he raised his head and crossed his arms. "No." He said, turning his back to Seto he pulled Jou down the rows of clothing.
"So, if you see anything you like, take it down and try it out in the booth. The booth is behind that red curtain. I will go and argue some more with that stubborn boyfriend of yours. Oh, I have the perfect clubbing outfit for you, I'll go get it in a bit, now, 'urry up and shop till you drop!" Jacques winked and walked back to Seto, who still held the shirt out.
Katsuya shrugged and turned to the task before him. He was not going to have trouble finding clothes here. He carefully took out a few pieces of clothing that hung on the hangers (not the hook kind of hangers, the type you put your shirt on when you hang it in the closet. Sorry, I'm not sure if I got the right word...) and looked them over. The first garment looked like a normal T-shirt if you ignored the fact that it had mesh arms, a collar that was thick and solid black, and it would almost be as high up as a turtleneck. The collar was connected with more mesh fabric, creating a kind of low v-cut before it became solid black and just ordinary fabric.. The fabric of the shirt was crushed velvet, and it would probably cling to the body since it looked rather small.
'This can't be a guy shirt, can it?' he asked himself, eyeing the shirt.
"Almost all the clothes are unisex here. So you do not have to worry about wearing 'girl clothes', even though I'm sure that you could pull it off." Came a low voice in his ear, making Katsuya jump slightly.
The blonde behind him laughed gently, rubbing his back with one hand as he picked the garment out of his hands. "Do not worry, precious, you'll look fantastique in this." Katsuya didn't say anything, he just blushed and pretended to be interested in another garment.
Jacques smiled. The boy looked so cute when he was embarrassed and blushing. How Seto had not jumped this one was hard to understand. Hell, if he hadn't had a lover himself, he certainly would have.
After a few minutes Katsuya walked over to the curtain and puled it away, revealing a small podium with five mirrors surrounding it. Two plush chairs was standing against the wall behind the podium, a small round table in between them. To the left of the podium there was a row of three booths, all done in dark wood. Katsuya just opened the first door and walked in, dumping all the clothes on the cushioned bench placed inside the booth. There was a mirror on every wall, even one on the door. It was quite spacey, it could at least fit four people in there, without being too cramped. Instead of the normal hanging lights from the sealing, spotlights had been installed from the floor and on the mirrors, making the lighting flattering instead of making you look sick, or worse, like a corpse.
"Ah, good, you found a booth, 'ere are some more clothes," Jacques said, handing him another bundle of garments. "and when you change, do not forget to come out and show me the clothes. Just go and stand on the podium, I'll be in the chair, waiting." The man said, closing the door as he walked over and sat down in the red armchair. He picked up the pad lying on the table and took a pencil from his shirt pocket. He removed the strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes and tucked it behind his ear again. He opened the pad up at an empty page. At the top he wrote in capitalized letters; 'ACCESSORIES FOR JONOUCHI KATSUYA'.
Katsuya slowly began to change, this was going to take some time, there had to be at least twenty outfits in the heap.
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An hour later Katsuya had tried on almost everything in the booth. As he had 'modelled' the outfits Jacques had told him to either put it in the 'Yes' or the 'Maybe' pile. The 'Yes' pile was enormous, while the 'Maybe' pile only had two pair of pants and one shirt. Now the only thing he had left to try on was a pair of tight leather pants and a shirt so deep red it almost looked black. Almost.
He sighed and removed the sweater he had on. It was a forest green knitted sweater. It had two yellow circles running around each shoulder joint and two yellow lines that went from the chest of the sweater to the back of it and then they connected at the front. As he pulled the sweater over his head he felt a cold gust of wind and he shivered. When the sweater was off and put in the 'Yes' pile he started to put the red shirt on. As he slipped the silky fabric onto his chilled frame he hissed gently. It was cold. He could feel his nipples harden and he blushed into the mirror as he quickly buttoned the shirt. It was not a 'real' shirt. It only went down to his navel, the two flaps of fabric covering his chest and upper stomach was parted at the bottom. The shirt only had five buttons, they looked like red pearls with a blue stone in the middle. the cut of the shirt looked quite feminine to Katsuya, but Jacques had assured him that it was 'unisex'.
Now all he had to put on was the leather pants. They looked all right, after all, it wasn't the first time that he had worn leather pants, right? He removed the jeans and folded them before putting them in the same heap as the sweater. He reached for the pants and started to put them on. When he pulled the leather over his thighs the black boxers he wore refused to stay down and kept getting in the way. No matter how much he smoothed out the creases they would only get worse on the other side or as soon as he moved. At last he ignored the creases and pulled the pants up higher but found that they refused to move an inch.
"Uh... Jacques, are you sure that you gave me a pair in my size?" he asked, blushing slightly as the door opened.
"Darling," Jacques laughed, "you simply can't have underwear on in those pants." He said, motioning to Jou's boxers.
"What?" the blonde blushed harder. "I'm not going to try these on without underwear, who know how many has tried them on!"
Jacques looked slightly affronted. "I can assure you that no one else has worn them. They came in last week, and I would never let anyone try on a pair of pants commando without having the garment dry cleaned after, if it was not sold, which has never 'appened this far."
"Can I get a bigger pair, please?" Katsuya pleaded, trying to appease the now irritated man.
"No. I'll go get you something better." The man said and walked off, head held high.
Katsuya sighed and shook his head. He had not meant to offend the man... he just didn't like going without underwear. And plus, he didn't know that no one had ever tried these on before, right?
A few minutes later the door was opened again. He had taken the pants off him and were now standing with his back to the door, the leather pants in hand. "Oh, Jacques, can I have the other pants, please." He asked as he turned around. He had to swallow a scream as he came face to face with Seto Kaiba. "W... what are you doing in here? G... get out!" he said, trying to push the taller man out the booth without success.
"Jacques said that you needed help, so I came." Seto said, eyeing the blonde. His hair was ruffled and almost out of the ponytail now. He looked as if he had just woken up... or just gotten out of bed... from a whole other reason.
"I don't need any help, get out!" Katsuya insisted, hugging the pants to his chest.
"Oh, but I have to help you." Seto said, yanking the pants out of Jou's grasp. "Now, put these on. Without the underwear." He added as the puppy began to pull the pant up his leg.
Katsuya blushed even more, if possible. "What?" he almost shrieked. "No way! Especially not with you in here!"
"Stop your yapping, pup, I'll turn around and then you can just put the pants on. Now hurry up because I am not leaving until they are on." Seto said, turning around.
The blonde hesitated but thought about it for a moment, then he quickly yanked his bowers down and started to put the pants on again.
Seto continued to watch the blonde through the mirrors that were so conveniently placed in the booth. The blonde had pale, smooth skin and it looked as if it was begging to be touched. Seto smirked. Why not grant the wish?
Katsuya sighed in anger and disappointment as the pants refused to move again. They were halfway over his butt. He had been so close. But now Kaiba had to understand that the pants were too small and let him go, right? "They're stuck again." He said.
Seto turned around and inspected the 'situation' before he grabbed a hold of the blondes waist and spun him around so that they were facing again. "Yes, but I am here to help, remember?" he asked as his hands moved down the blondes waist and hips, moving down to the rim of the pants. His thumbs stroked the side of Jou's hips before pushing his thumbs under the leather that clung to the blondes body. As his fingers moved Jou's breath hitched, and then he released a strangled moan. Seto smirked as he heard the beautiful sound that Jou made, and nuzzled his nose into the blondes hair.
Katsuya gasped as Kaiba's warm hands moved into his pants, they slowly made their way to his backside where they moved deeper down, grabbing a hold on Kaiba's shirt he steadied himself. As the brunettes hands cupped his ass he moaned loudly, his breath coming in short pants.
Seto gently moved his hands over the firm globes, running a hand over the middle of the blonde's ass, pressing his middle finger into the crease as he ran his hand upwards, teasing the blonde's delicate skin. As he removed his hands from the leather pants he grabbed a hold of the hem of the pants, and with a fierce yank the pants cane up to their intended height.
Katsuya released his lip, it was tender and maybe it was bleeding, he wasn't sure. But he had to bite something to prevent him from screaming as Kaiba did... that! His face was so hot, he felt like he was some street whore who would let anyone feel him up. But if it had been anyone else he would have been repulsed... how come Seto Kaiba could touch him when he refused anyone else who tried. When his last boyfriend had grabbed his ass he had received a smack in the face and a bowl of dip on his head before being pushed out the door.
"Your pants are up." Came Kaiba's voice, breaking his reverie.
Katsuya quickly took a step back and glared at the brunette in front of him. Then, he drew back his hand and harshly slapped Kaiba across the cheek. "How dare you touch me like that, you bastard? Was it not bad enough that you stole my first kiss, must you take everything that is my first?" he hissed, tears welling up in his eyes, he tried blinking them away, he would not let Kaiba see him weak like this. "Get out!" he shouted and pushed Kaiba as hard as he could, making the man stumble and fall backwards, knocking the door open. As the brunette landed on the carpeted floor outside the booth Katsuya grabbed the door and locked it, sniffling heavily.
Outside, Seto Kaiba was lying on the floor on his back, a faint red mark grazing his left cheek. "One word an I will kill you." He threatened as Jacques leaned over him, grinning.
"Oh, I don't even 'ave to say anything, that the great Seto Kaiba is lying by my feet speaks plenty, don't you think?" the grinning blonde said.
"Shut up." Was Seto's clever response.
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A/N thank you for reading this far and I hope that you like my story. I will update soon, promise. No more than two weeks or I will give you two chapters at once. Deal? Great.
Now I have to sleep, we are going on a trip tomorrow, bye and take care.
Ja ne! Shimisaki-kun