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When All Else Fails, Chapter 11
Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.
-X-Files
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'Ring ring…'
He blinked away the sound and tried turning over, then realized he was propped against the wall.
'Ring ring…'
Grunted as he brought his knees up and lay his head down on them, trying his best to ignore the sound of the ringing phone. Shit, was Dad too hang over to answer the damned thing? He wasn't about to break open the door and answer it for him…
'Ring ring…'
The blonde sighed and stretched out his legs, waving away the pleasant but uncomfortable sleep that had found him. Dad wouldn't get it now. Too many rings. Who let the phone ring that many times?
'Ring ring…'
Without realizing what he had been doing, he grabbed the cordless phone from under the shop desk and clicked the 'answer button', pausing before giving a gruff "Hello, Jounouchi residence?"
"Is this Jounouchi-kun?"
"Yeah, this is." Screw manners in the morning. He was tired and sore and cranky. "What do you need?"
"This is Benachi Sakura. I've called to tell you some bad news."
Benachi Sakura?
He tried to trace the name through his mind and came up with nothing, even thinking of people his friends knew who he had met once or twice. Mea and Fuji had been the only ones he hadn't met any friends of, and…
Oh shit. Her.
"Benachi-san? Wha' happen'd now?" He was still to sleepy to be polite and keep the accent out of his voice, which was slipping quietly into his words as he spoke into the phone. "Somethin' bad?"
"Yes, something bad." She seemed slightly annoyed at him, but he shrugged it off. What was it, 5 in the morning? She was probably just pissy from lack of sleep. "Mea Tenako has been missing since yesterday evening."
"Ok… What!" The groggy boy was suddenly shot from his half-asleep state, eyes widening as he took in what she had just said. "She's missing!"
"Yes, she's been missing since yesterday." She repeated, and her voice was a lot less annoyed then before. Even worried. "7:00 pm was the last time anyone seen here, and that was her boyfriend."
"Her boy-" He briefly remembered that she was only being paid to play girlfriend, and he nodded as if the woman on the other line could see him. "Really?"
"Yes. I'll be calling you regularly to update you on her progress, alright?"
"Alright…" He expected her to hang up right about now, but an awkward buzzing still connected them until he heard a sigh on her end, and he tensed for more bad news.
"I'm sorry, Jounouchi-kun, but the charges are still being pressed because she has not done anything to drop them yet. She has not even written down a request to drop the charges. You're father's case will still be held on the 15th, due to the fact that the other woman is still pressing charges, and Mea's case has been moved forward until further notice."
He gaped at the phone as if it had just said something blasphemous to him, taking a few seconds to think. He had completely forgotten about the other woman that had been molested! And now that Mea was missing…
He took another few seconds before answering. "Alright. Thank you Benachi-san. I'll talk to you later, but I have to get ready for school now."
"Jounouchi-kun, will you be alright?" She sounded genuinely worried, but he ignored this as best he could. She'd be gone after all this was over. Just like everybody else.
He took a few seconds before opening his mouth and frowning. He sighed, and finally told her the truth for the short time he had known her. "Truthfully? I don't know Benachi-san."
"Jounouchi-kun, pl-"
"Goodbye, Benachi-san."
He promptly hung up on the stuttering women and looked at the phone before he threw it at the shop desk as hard as he could.
For the first time since all this had happened, Jou laid his head on his knees and tried not to cry.
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"Jou! JOU! JOU, wait up!"
Someone down the street was yelling his name again, and he wish they would just shut up.
Instead of saying that, however, he did what he was doing best these days: ignoring his friends.
A little voice inside of him was telling him that, yes, he was being a fucking bastard and he shouldn't act so ill-tempered towards his friends, the ones he had been with through thick and thin. Through real monsters and soul-stealing duelists. Fuck, even through Junior high for one of them.
On the other hand, his little shoulder demon was telling him that they wouldn't understand what was happening, and that they should be kept away for their own sake. He'd only drive them away faster by snapping at them instead of ignoring them, right?
For this morning, he was agreeing with his little demon friend.
"Jou, hey, why didn't you stop?"
When he had been thinking, he guessed they had somehow sneaked up on him. Even though they were three city blocks away.
"Oh? You guys were calling me? Didn't hear ya, I guess." He lied through his teeth, and decided that he shouldn't be totally pushing them away.
Little demon friend was fuming while the little voice of reason inside of him was throwing confetti about.
"Yeah! I guess you wouldn't of heard us." Yugi smiled, huffing lightly. Anzu just smiled along, so did Ryou, and Honda…
Well, he avoided looking at Honda.
While he was trying to avoid looking at said brunette, Ryou asked the blonde a simple question that didn't require him to do much thinking. "Jou, did you get your homework done last night?"
"Uh… Yeah, half of it, 'least.."
"Oh, really? What didn't you finish?" Anzu, innocently questioning.
"Math and English."
"You wanna copy my math answers, Jou?" Yugi, happily offering.
"Sure, when we get to school. Thanks."
"Uh… I'm in your English, Jou… I'll let you copy what I got." Honda trying to make an effort.
"Ok, Thanks." Shit, if they asked one more question, or asked to help him like he was a fucking pity case...
They were all quiet for a few minutes before Honda spoke awkwardly again, voice rough. "Uh, Jou, you forgot the notes from Monday, do you wa-"
Oh, that was it.
Whirling around on all four of them, he took a step back and glared, pausing to let their startled looks pass a little before he finally yelled, voice full of frustration, accusation, and anger. "Look. I am not going to be a fucking drop-out, because of what my fucking father did, nor will I ever be. You do not have to give me answers. You do not have to ask me to copy your notes. Most of all, you don't have to fucking worry about me like I'm a fucking child."
They all blinked at him stupidly for a whole minute before one of them recovered, eyes filling with a rage that reminded him of… Well, his dad when he got angry at him.
"Katsuya Jounouchi! Why would you say something like that to your friends of all people? We were just trying to he-"
"There's helping too little , Anzu, and then there's helping too much. You all are in the 'much category' at the moment." He said this dryly and bitterly, the anger in his voice all but vanishing from his tone. "So, you guys, as friends, I'm going to ask you of something that I do need: Leave me alone until this is all over, ok?"
Anzu lost her voice again and they were all still staring at him in disbelief, mouths gaping open comically and eyes wide.
He took the moments they were getting their thoughts together and smiled sweetly, the effect lost by the cruel intention in his face. "Good? Ok. Bye bye for a week or so."
And with that, he twirled on his heel and walked, not ran, as fast as he could away from his friends.
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Lunch again found him on the rooftop, alone and with out a lunch to keep him company.
Actually, the only thing keeping him company at the moment was the sky, his stormy thoughts, and a smaller pile of money than from yesterday. No note this time.
He sighed as he stroked his thumb against the edge of the money, taking pleasure in the feel on each individual bill sliding against the tip of it. He estimated about $15,000 this time. A lot less then the other pile. The other pile had been, in all actuality, $50,000. He practically had an epileptic fit when he counted it all.
He could hardly believe anyone would give him this much fucking money. Otogi wouldn't, and would say something about his old man deserving to rot in jail for that.
The brown-eyed duelist only knew this because, one, Otogi was a lover of ladies, and two. he had been at his apartment once (he didn't know why it was an apartment, either). Another molester had been on TV, and he had scowled and shut it off, declaring that people like that should be rounded up and drowned. A little harsh, he remembered thinking, but…
Shit, he couldn't have agreed anyway. His Pop had done this before.
And Seto Kaiba?
He could bust a gut laughing at the possibility of this. The day Kaiba did that for him would be the day Jou's dreams came true. He knew there was no way of that happening. He wouldn't let it happen! Kaiba was a pompous, stuck-up, arrogant, self-centered, ugly son of a bit-
"Hm? Puppy isn't following his friend's around, waiting for scraps?"
Speak of the devil. Really. Kaiba was like the fucking devil in his eyes at the moment, for many, many reasons.
So, why not go the same old, boring path he usually did with the guys that pissed him off?
"Fuck off, moneybags. I'm not in the mood." He refrained from hiding his money to show it off, for once. When had he ever shown off money before? Against Kaiba, sure, this was a measly amount! But to him, it was big. And Kaiba would be surprised that he had this much money. He was 'a poor mutt', after all.
He laid the money across his chest, closed his eyes, and waited for Kaiba to say something, if anything, about it.
While, he didn't have to wait long for Kaiba to say something. He had to wait until he felt his money being took out of his hands
"Hey! You fucking bastard, give that back!" The blonde shot up and struggled to get up, almost tripping off of the bench in his attempt to stand straight.
The brunette was running his thumb across the money like he had been doing, and he made a little note to himself to never, ever do that habit again. He didn't care if he had to chop both of his thumbs off. He wouldn't do it again.
"$18,000."
"What! Give it back, you asshole!"
"How did you come into possession of this small fortune, pup? Must have took a lot of begging to drag this much pity from the pockets of Japan." The blue-eyed teen smirked triumphantly and took advantage of his height by doing something Jou thought only sixth graders would do. Holding the money above his head.
"None of yer Goddamned business, you fucker!" He came right up to Kaiba and stretched his hand out, trying his hardest not to look at the smirking teen or get close enough for their chests to touch.
"Oh, I think it is. If you've been robbing banks… While, I have heard there have been plenty of robberies around the poor side of town…"
"I wouldn't do shit like that, you asshole. Give it back!"
"One never knows with poor, desperate people like you, Jounouchi…"
"Kaiba, I swear…"
"What, are you going to hit me? School fights aren't al-"
Wow. He actually managed to get a shot. Who cared if it was a dirty one? Kaiba should have been protecting his stomach.
Instead of looking surprised and angry, though, the other boy looked amused and a little out of breathe.
And he was still standing. With his money still held above his head.
"You asshole!"
"Dirty tricks, Jou? Resorting to low-life tactics? I thought you might have been a little better fighter than that…"
"Give. It. Back."
"Afraid you're turning into you're dad? Turning into a low-life scum who can't hold mo-"
He hit the guy again, this time in the jaw.
The brunette wheezed but continued, smirk still on his face, hand still high in the air, and still…
Fuck.
"Can't even hurt me, mutt. Maybe you'll go after the girls, just like your fa-"
This time the other duelist's head snapped back from a hit to the eye, and the blonde was trying not to fucking jump on the bastard and kill him.
"Getting weaker, Jou. Maybe you should go join your father, rot in jail, because you've obviously been steali-"
The brunette didn't even have time to say anything before Jou launched himself at him, tumbling them both over with the blonde coming out on top.
How did Kaiba still have the money in his hands?
He didn't care as he glared down at the blue-eyed CEO, who looked surprised and agitated for a split second until he smirked, as if he had won and had come out on top instead of Jounouchi himself. He opened his mouth to say something, and-
Jou hit him, square in the jaw.
"Shut." He hit him again.
"Up." Punched his other eye, the one he hadn't hit yet.
"You." Slugged him in the chin, which caused the back of Kaiba's head to bounce slightly on the ground.
"Fuckin'." Hit him in the nose, which made a sickening crunch sound that sent a satisfied jolt surging through him.
"Prick." This time, instead of hitting him, Jou grabbed the brunette's hair and clenched it in his grip, bringing his nose to brush against Kaiba's as he glared hatefully into the other's eyes.
He wasn't looking at Kaiba's bleeding nose, or scraped up chin, or blackening eyes. He wasn't listening to the ragged breathing of the other, or letting go of the hair already tugged out from his rough grip, and instead grabbing more. All he was seeing was the other, still smirking lightly with the money still clenched in his hand, which was still above them.
"Look." He gave a vicious tug on the top duelist's hair, causing him to wince horribly. "You? You are fucking pissing me off. I don't need this from you, got it!"
He didn't let the other nod as brought his other hand up, leaned back, and punched him, again making his head crack painfully against the hard pavement of the roof.
"YOU. YOU have been fucking PISSING ME OFF." God, he wasn't going to cry or scream or anything. "YOU think you had a FUCKING terrible life before, with your adoptive daddy, right KAIBA-BOY?"
He punched the other boy again, this time in the mouth. He thought he felt teeth underneath his knuckles, but he ignored it.
Kaiba was still… well, not smirking, but not grimacing either. Which served to piss him off more, sending him into somewhere he knew he couldn't come back from if he stepped over the boundary.
He couldn't help it when he did.
"YOU, KAIBA, haven't dealt with a DAD that fucking beat you when he got too drunk or too high, because Dad's don't do that, right! You, Kaiba, haven't had to lie to your friends when you have a bruise or two from a fight or your own father, and said you fell down the stairs, have you! YOU, KAIBA, have had to worry about grades instead of worrying about when you're gonna be kicked out of your shitty apartment since you're dad is too loud, right!
He felt his mind going loose and his mouth looser as he continued screaming, voice raising an octave as he hit the brunette again.
"YOU, KAIBA, didn't have to huddle under a blanket as your mummy and daddy fought, hugging you're sister and trying to keep her quiet so daddy FUCKING dearest would come in and use you or her as a shield! YOU, KAIBA, HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR SISTER TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU, OR YOU MUM LEAVE YOU WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE BECAUSE SHE HATED YOU!"
All the things he had bottled up over the years was coming out, and he couldn't stop it at all. He felt helpless as he pummeled Kaiba and let him hear his whole life story at the same time. It was as if he wasn't even in his body anymore.
He was yelling and hitting Kaiba's chest now, eyes squeezing shut to prevent tears from leaking as he relived the painful memories he had kept locked up in the back of mind ever since his hellish life began.
"YOU, KAIBA! You haven't had to deal with people looking at you IN DISGUST BECAUSE YOU'RE POOR AND FILTHY. YOU haven't had to look tough because that's the only way you can live on the streets! YOU HAVEN'T HAD TO DO THINGS YOU DIDN'T WANT TO DO, because YOU HAD TO MAKE ENDS MEET."
He was crying now, the tears leaking past his eyelids, yet he didn't care anymore. He was too lost in his confession to his enemy to care.
"HAVE YOU EVER had to flirt with OLD men at a bar to get money! At age 12! Have you ever dealt with being touched by your daddy's friends as they came over and 'visited' him, at age 10! Have you EVER had to jump a 10-yearr-old kid to get food after four days without it! HAVE YOU EVER HAD TO WATCH A RAPE so YOU wouldn't be raped yourself!"
His hits were getting weaker and his yelling less coherent, and he didn't know what Kaiba was doing, but he was doing something no one had ever done for him before.
Listening.
"Have you watched your dad fall into depression and drink your money away? Have you ever had to tend to him when he overdosed because you couldn't go to the hospital, because it's so fucking expensive and they wouldn't do shit for him anyway! Have you ever had to sell drugs because you needed to pay rent for a less-than-shit apartment where a girl gets raped next door, every Saturday at 12:00 EXACTLY!"
His voice was a lot less coherent now, almost just bawling, and he was practically whispering, practically curled up on the blue-eyed teen and practically wishing to die.
"Have you been taken into a police station and sneered at, because you're just another punk without a future? Have you ever have to take the back alleys because the police stop and search you, even if you're just walking home from the grocery store? Have you ever been woken up by a call, saying that you have to come get you're dad down at the station or bar because he's too drunk? Have you ever been shot? Have you ever shot anyone?"
He let out a heart-wrenching sob and clutched at his side, reveling in the burst of pain that greeted him and almost thankful for it.
"Have you worried about everything I did, Kaiba? Because if you did, I'm not alone for fucking once in my life!"
There. His biggest confession: Not wanting to be alone in his pain. Because misery loved company, right?
He was the definition of misery.
Another heart wrenching sob and he laid his forehead on Kaiba's chest, sobbing and trying his best to keep his sentences clear. "You don't know how it is Kaiba, coming home everyday and seeing your dad on the couch, out of his mind. Because fuck, I still love my dad, and my mum, even though they've all but fucking abandoned me! Have you been abandoned, ever, and told it's because they hated you or they don't want you anymore!"
"It's so fucking hard, Kaiba. Living. I'm a fucking miracle because I live with this every. Single. Fucking. Day."
He let out another sob and brought his hands to his chest, not caring if he was on top of the man of his dreams or crying in front of the man who had ridiculed him every day since he had met him.
Kaiba was still and not speaking, and he took it as his cue to be as quiet as he could and sob the rest of his tears out.
They could have laid there for days, for all he cared. Him curled on his chest and Kaiba just lying there, not making a sound and breathing steadily.
The only thing he noticed through his soft crying was the steady rise and fall of the chest beneath him, and all of his thoughts slowed to a stop as he concentrated on that and only that.
A few minutes later and he was calm, breathing at the exact same pace Kaiba was and, for once, not thinking depressing thoughts on the school's rooftop.
The warning bell rang, and neither of them moved and opted to stay there, silently and breathing at the same pace.
What could have been hours later, but could have been only two minutes after the bell, was when Jou finally lifted his head up and crossed his arms across his chest, keeping his head bowed so his ragged hair covered his face.
He couldn't think of anything to say. At all. What kind of things did you say in these kind of situations? 'Thanks for listening, sorry for beating you up, have a nice day!'?
It took him a few minutes to think of anything to say, and it was more of a weak attempt at humor/ice breaker than an apology or thanks.
"Man, I bet we both feel like shit at the moment."
He felt and heard the snort that resulted from this, and he took a second to look up (if only a little) to give the other a weak grin.
Something was shoved in his face, and he took a moment to blink before hastily grabbing the pile of green paper that had started the big fight/confession-on-his-part in the first place.
Kaiba shifted and he was suddenly sitting in the brunette's lap more than on his stomach, the blue-eyed CEO leaning back on his two hands as Jou continued to stare down.
At what might have not been a good place.
He quickly jerked his eyes up so that they would be staring at a more appropriate spot (Kaiba's chest), before he realized that thatcould also bring up images he'd rather not have right now.
The blonde decided to look to the side instead of at the brunette.
Now what were you supposed to do, sitting in your enemy's lap, after beating up said enemy and confessing your life story to such a person? He couldn't think of anything, and he prayed to any God available that they beam him down an intelligent thought or phrase to say.
Needless to say, none came and they sat awkwardly in the silence on the rooftop.
The first one to speak wasn't Jou, but Kaiba, and he was surprised as the other's voice came out kind of raspy from above him.
"You go downstairs and go home, get cleaned up. I'll wait awhile before going down."
The blonde had no clue what to say to this either.
He cursed the Gods instead of praying to them. Maybe reverse psychology would work?
He waited for any sign before sighing mentally. Nadda.
He put off a few more seconds before finally looking up, full frontal, at the brunette CEO that had been staring at him for an answer (for what was probably the past 3 minutes, 57 seconds, and 84 nanoseconds. Not that he was counting).
He took a second to stare into the blue eyes of Kaiba, who stared back just as equally and unwavering.
He took another second before his mind shut down and he leaned forward, clutching his money tight in his right hand while his left clutched at what he realized was Kaiba's school jacket.
It wasn't even a good kiss; just lips on lips. Both of them were unresponsive as they leaned together, the only contact he was aware of was the single act they were doing.
Kissing.
Kissing.
In the moment it took him to comprehend what he had been doing, the blonde had pulled back and was staring back into the equally surprised eyes of the young CEO.
A few more moments to realize that he had finally pulled back and he felt his face turning the horrible red color you only heard of in books.
He shot off the brunette, landing on his ass at the abrupt launch backwards, still staring at the brunette through out.
Goddamnit, why had he had to kiss Kaiba!
His mouth was babbling before his mind caught up, and he cursed his automatic act-before-think switch. "Uh, Ya, that'll be fine, thanks Kaiba!"
By the time he had said the last part, he was already up on his feet and turning the corner to get to the door, giving the young CEO an awkward wave. "Uh, now, BYE!"
In the instant it took him to give the other teen a proper farewell, he had already wrenched open the door and had been running down the stairs as fast as his jelly-legs could carry him.
He was getting really good at running away.
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Fuck Wednesdays. Fuck them to the seventh circle of hell.
And fuck downtown, too. When did it get so big?
And he was not thinking about Seto Kaiba right now. Hell no. Fuck him to the seventh hundred circle of hell, if there was such a thing.
… But off the topic of Seto Kaiba.
…
There was nothing but Seto Kaiba to think about.
He hummed a song Shizuka had taught him as he started taking his school shirt off, kicking his shoes off at the same time, as well as trying to think of something to think about.
School was on his don't-think-about-outside-of-it things. And, to think about it, it was about the only thing he could think about that wasn't depressing.
He shook his foot to get the pant leg off and thought long and hard about what he had for homework, how assohole-ish (most of) his teachers were, how stupid classes were getting lately, and how English was the most retarded language on this earth. He bet Kaiba could read and write a book in perfect English, then sell it so it'd make a hundred million, the fucking bastard.
The blonde shoved his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers to keep from hitting himself for that one.
Ok. New subject.
… Work! Work was a good/bad thing. Good because he got money, bad because he had to get up early in the mornings.
He grinned and closed the bathroom door with his foot, rummaging around under the sink for a semi-good towel. Yeah. Work was a safe topic.
He threw it on the toilet and thought of another bad thing about work: Yugi was at work. And he had yelled at Yugi today to leave him alone. Which would leave him in an awkward situation with said friend, of they were alone together in the shop. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, sorry about that, can you open the door so I can go to work?'?
Sure, Yug' would open the door happily, but he'd be all… shy and apologetic. As if it was his fault! It was his own damned fault for being so snappish lately.
He turned on the water and waited for it to warm, deciding that he would talk to the shorter duelist tomorrow and apologize to him. As well as the rest of his friends. Maybe even Honda.
The teen duelist turned on the shower spray and stepped under, frowning. Thoughts about work were going down the depressing road, and he was drifting off topic.
Work… He worked on… Saturdays at 9:00 in the morning… To 6:00 pm… What had happened at 5:30 was Kaiba coming in and staring at him… And…
His hand twitched as he immediately blocked off those thoughts, giving his head a shake to get the water flowing through. BAD thoughts. NO Kaiba. His head was strictly a No-Kaiba zone. Unless he was asleep. Then that money-grubbing bastard seemed to frolic in every corner of his fucking mind.
… New Topic.
Dad. Dad was in jail or the Penitentiary. Pop was probably having fun being raped by some old, gay, cross-dressing guy. Wasn't what they usually did in prison? Rape each other senseless?
He bet five dollars Kaiba was gay. Gay-as-Elton-John gay. Totally gay. Fucked-men-up-the-ass gay. Fucked him up th-
The blonde slapped a palm to his forehead and shut off the water to preserve the heat, grabbing the two-in-one shampoo and squirting a whole load of it onto his hand.
His thoughts kept on coming back to Kaiba, the bastard. Which meant new topic.
Two topics and a thoroughly scrubbed head of hair later, he sighed and bent down to turn on the hot water. Nothing was working. It always seemed to come back to Kaiba. Kind of like math.
HurtHospitalBrunetteHondaKaiba being a brunette too. Fuji did not say the name of the guy that had saved him. Shit, he hoped to anything and anyone it was Honda.
Then the winning combination of FoodSweetChocolate+StrawberriesKaiba. He hadn't even known where that one had come from.
Then, lastly, SchoolSleepDreamsKaibaHim and Kaiba doing the nasty.
The tall teen's hand twitched again as a sudden slide show of images, of him and Kaiba in certain positions, came to him.
Stupid fucking piece of shit he called a mind. It was working against him.
Speaking of which, he felt his body temperature rise just a little.
Was everything working against him today!
Unbidden, the feeling of Kaiba's lips on his suddenly overwhelmed him and he made a choked sound in the back of his throat, pushing a palm against the wall and shivering despite the still warm water.
Kaiba's lips had been only a bit chapped. Not overly, but not as soft as a girl's. And he had tasted like coffee and ice cream. And…
He shivered again and brought his other hand to his stomach, clenching it in a fist.
…And Kaiba was a good kisser. He could tell by that much. The soft pressure of his lips hadn't been forceful or too vulnerable and it was like a lover's kiss. And…
The blonde let out a small gasp as his hand went lower on it's own, fingers coming to rest in the curly hair on his abdomen.
…And he wondered what Kaiba's lips would feel lie, forceful and dominant on his own, taking control and handling him with the utmost care and haste at the same time. Kaiba kissing his neck, licking that place near his ear, under his chin…
The fingers curled tentatively around the base of his half-hard cock and he stroked it with his thumb lightly, giving into the small pleasure it gave him.
… On his collarbone, biting lightly and leaving marks, sucking there and moving slowly done to his nipples. A tongue playing over it teasingly and he would let out a small gasp of need…
His whole hand slowly went up to the tip of his cock and he rubbed his fingers around it, gasping and arching into the hand and shying away from it at the same time.
… Kaiba's mouth, those slightly chapped lips on his stomach, whispering words and things that would make virgins blush…
He stumbled slightly forward and caught himself by putting his forearm on the wall, resting his head against it. He whimpered again as his hand moved around his member, which was now fully hard.
… The brunette nuzzling his dick, mouthing it lightly and sending self-satisfied eyes his way. One hand caressing his balls while the other held down his hips, preventing him from bucking up and making him cry at the slight loss of freedom…
Slowly, he began a rhythm, stroking slowly up and down his shaft as he gasped and curled into the sensation. He felt the heat in his stomach burning him up, making him want more of the feeling, and the blonde whimpered.
… Those slightly chapped lips closing around him, teasingly at the end and slowly sliding down, making him shiver and gasp and moan in the greatest of pleasures…
He pressed his fingers, hard, against himself, speeding up as he thought of Kaiba's mouth around him, swallowing him, making him…
"Oh God… Kaiba…" He whimpered as the heat cured around him and he almost buckled under the weight of the heavy ecstasy that hit him, his climax shooting out over his hand and mixing with the water droplets that were on his skin and the water still raining down on him.
The tall blonde didn't even notice the fact that the water had turned cold long ago, too busy staring at the cum that was gradually slipping off his hand and mixing with the water.
He stared and then slammed his hand into the wall, turning off the water after washing it and stepping out with out grabbing the towel first.
He fucking hated Wednesdays
O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O
That night, Jou had no dreams.
O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O
GAH. THE ENDING KINDA SUCKED.
But all is good and well XD I don't think I pulled the solo scene off that well, actually…. But… Whatever X3!
AND GOOD/BAD NEWS: I have gotten a job. Which means slight fewer updates, but more money for yours truly XP! YAY!
Nothing else to say here, except I hoped you enjoyed X3!
And I DON't review! XD Tell me if reverse pyschology works, yes?