Well, I finished this chapter a long time before I thought I would... so here it is, chapter two... in which I'm not sure how much happens. You'll have to see for yourselves. ;)
Once again, read, rave and review. Don't forget to enjoy it!
Rain, thought Jou. Why is it that whenever I happen to be outside, the sky chooses to empty itself on my head? Friggin' sky.
He was feeling glum, now that the initial adrenaline rush from escaping his father's house had worn off. It had carried him all the way over to the other side of town, where he was now trying to shelter under a torn, abandoned umbrella. There was a stream of water droplets constantly drumming on his forehead, making him shiver as it ran down his nose.
"This. Stupid. Water," Jou growled through gritted teeth.
If it weren't for the highly aggressive and quite frankly terrifying group of men sitting in the bus shelter, he would have sat there himself and rested. As it was, the rain seemed to be getting heavier. Dragging his feet through the gutter, Jou followed the road onwards. He passed shops and restaurants, all of them full of people who sneered and laughed at him, turning their backs on the bedraggled youth. After all, he must have deserved this misery. Jou walked a little more quickly past the rest of the fancy restaurants he came across. It was almost seven o'clock, and the streets were becoming busy with people and cars. One hilarious driver decided to veer through a puddle as he passed, spraying dirty water everywhere. The blonde gave a shout of disgust, wiping the muck from his face.
"You asshole! I oughta come after you and teach you a lesson!" he yelled after the retreating car. Not that he was heard, of course. The heavy bass pulsing from the car stereo made that evident. Jogging off the road to a row of hedges so as to avoid further splashing, Jou looked around for something, anything, a sign to show him the way. He'd never been so thoroughly soaked in his life; just to be under a roof would be heaven! And as he lifted his gaze to the sky, he saw it. The answer was right in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards a building he never thought he'd show his face in – the KaibaCorp building.
'Swanky' was the word that instantly came to mind as Jou stepped into the foyer. Everything was carved out of shining blue and white marble, right down to the intricately patterned floor. A fountain featuring a huge, incredibly life-like Blue Eyes White Dragon was in the centre of the room. It gushed crystal clear water from its skyward- gaping jaws, which then cascaded back down over its wings and tail. Hmph. No-one here but Kaiba would be rich or flamboyant enough to bother having that thing, thought Jou.
It was then that someone noticed him standing there, dripping water all over the floor; a short and rather chubby young woman who came clacking hastily over. She looked as if she might fall off the towering pair of six inch heels strapped to her feet at any moment.
"Excuse me, sir! I am the receptionist for tonight here at KaibaCorp. Do you require any assistance?" she asked politely, while eyeing Jou's shaggy haircut.
"Oh, uh… well, I was just wondering if Kaiba was around." Jou shuffled awkwardly, his shoes squelching.
"Are you a friend of Mr Kaiba's?"
"Yep, that's me!"
"Ah, how wonderful!" the woman exclaimed kindly. Jou immediately felt a pang of guilt for lying so easily to her. After all, the relationship between him and Kaiba was less than 'friendly'...
"He's in a meeting at the moment. Would you like for me to phone upstairs and tell him that his friend is here, Mr…?"
"Oh, Jounouchi Katsuya. But you can call me Jou. And don't phone upstairs, I wouldn't want to bother him. Is there anywhere that I can wait?"
"Well, there are plenty of seats here in the foyer. But, eh…" once again the woman looked him up and down, her nose crinkling. "Perhaps you would like to take a shower and dry off? We have staff facilities available."
Jou stared open-mouthed. "Y-yeah, that would be totally ace!" He stuttered. "I mean, thank you so much for your hospitality."
The woman giggled, leading him off through a door behind one of the reception desks. Jou got the feeling that she hadn't been working here for long.
It wasn't as if Jou had expected anything else, but the staff facilities at KaibaCorp were just as swanky as the foyer. So far he had seen only the bathroom, but that was enough. Every faucet, towel-rack and toilet seat was made of solid gold. It was ridiculous. Even the hairdryer and shoe-shining machines bolted to the wall were of the highest quality possible. Furthermore, the shower he was standing in was encased in a cubicle of reflective glass, enabling Jou to see himself from every angle as he showered. Yeah, so that was a little weird.
"I'm not complaining though!" said Jou out loud as he covered himself in a silky body wash. To his delight, it smelled exactly like freshly ground coffee. As he lathered and scrubbed, many of his aches and pains began to fade. He was extra careful to wash his hair; although the rain had already washed out most of the blood from the smashed bottle, there was probably a lot still there. It was a good thing that the friendly receptionist hadn't noticed. Hopping out of the shower and wrapping a huge, fluffy towel around himself, Jou suddenly realised that he didn't have any dry clothes to put on. He had left his bag in the locker room down the hall!
Shit. I can't go out there…
However, he was saved from the trauma of waiting until someone found him when a rummage through some cupboards revealed a neat stack of clothing. Jou unfolded the shirt lying on top of the pile, grinning like a Cheshire cat. It was a uniform shirt.
Ten minutes later, Jou stood in front of a full-length mirror and admired his appearance. It was a vision to behold, if he said so himself. After submitting to the call of the quality hairdryer, his hair was soft as silk and shone like yellow sunlight. Of course it was still as poufy as ever, standing up at least three inches from the top of his head. The black shirt that he wore was dressy, yet simple. It was crisp against his skin, and the sleeves were fastened at his wrists with gold buttons. 'KC' was emblazoned on the lapel in white thread, and Jou felt somehow empowered wearing these initials. The same initials stood out on the hip of his snugly-fitting black pants. Turning away from the mirror, he was about to exit the bathroom when he suddenly realised something.
"Shoes… shoes..." Jou muttered. Now that was a problem. After looking around aimlessly for a few seconds he thought of a certain blue-eyed someone, chuckling as he spoke in his own growly Kaiba-voice.
"Screw the shoes, I have decent toenails!"
The image of Kaiba brandishing an emery board stayed in his head as he strolled outside to find the receptionist, sniggering quietly. The only thing he left behind was the distinct aroma of coffee.
Oh god, oh god… Jou's breaths were short and sharp, as he lay naked on the bed. He moaned as Kaiba's lips ghosted over his hipbone, warm breath tingling on sensitive skin. His back arched tightly as his dark-haired lover placed kiss after kiss all over his body, avoiding the one place that yearned for attention. Kaiba growled possessively, ravaging Jou's lips like they were the only things keeping him tethered to the earth.
"Nn!" Jou sighed into Kaiba's mouth, nibbling at the moist, pink lips against his own.
"Kaiba, I need you to-"
"Seto, you fool," panted Kaiba. "Call me Seto." More frantic kisses. More scrabbling hands as Jou attempted to remove his lover's shirt, exposing the gorgeous muscles that he had been dying to see. With a pleasant jolt of surprise, Jou found that there was no more clothing to be removed now.
"Seto," he gasped, "I-I need- oh god, do that again! Touch me, Seto! Please!"
The ever-merciful Seto gave a deep laugh of amusement. Jou did say please… and after all, who was he to say no to lust-driven begging?
"You won't forget this in a hurry, Jounouchi."
"Sir. Jou, sir! It's time to wake up!"
Jou found his fantasy rudely interrupted by an urgent whispering in his ear. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants as he stared groggily up at the receptionist, whose name had turned out to be Sachiko.
"What's the matter?"
"It's time for me to go home. Mr Kaiba still hasn't been informed of your presence, so you'll need to go upstairs now and greet him."
"… oh. Right…" Jou remembered falling asleep in the staff kitchens now, after Sachiko had generously given him free reign with the contents of the fridge. But what was he supposed to do now that she was leaving? He couldn't just confront Kaiba. The man would be furious. Then again, it might be worth it.
Saying goodbye to his new acquaintance, he walked briskly back down the hall to a silver elevator. As it began to make its ascent, Jou racked his brains for something to say. He didn't want to look stupid when he encountered the divine god of his dream.
Gah, stop thinking about that. Jou pinched his arm desperately as heat began to accumulate in his crotch again.
As the elevator dinged and opened its steel doors, he had to stop himself from crying out. There stood Seto Kaiba, staring silently out of the window across the room. Jou allowed himself a second to gaze upon the back of the man that intrigued him so, before pressing a button and letting the doors slide shut. He closed his eyes as the metal box shuddered, before moving smoothly downwards again.
Kaiba's P.O.V
Jeez, it had been a long day. First that imbecile, Jounouchi, had managed to give him a black eye at school. Such nerve for a dirty little thing that lived on the streets. He wasn't going to forgive him for that, ever. If only he could get his hands around that stupid mutt's neck again...
Then his idiot assistant had delayed a meeting for two hours, by spilling water over a journal containing all of the latest plans for KaibaCorp's newly developed hologram device. Every single page had had to be quickly separated and rescanned before the meeting could go ahead. Needless to say, that particular assistant had been fired to within an inch of his life. A vein pulsed in Kaiba's forehead as the elevator dinged behind him. He was really in no mood to deal with anyone else tonight. Surprisingly, no-one approached him and the elevator made its way back down to the ground level. But before the doors closed, he could have sworn that someone whispered his name.
"Seto…"
Wow, I actually managed to ramble on longer than I did in chapter one! (It's still a lot shorter than it looked in Microsoft Word, ehhhh .)
I'm sorry that there hasn't really been a proper SetoJou encounter, but I'm trying to space out the storyline here. You almost thought that something was happening in that little dream of Jou's didn't you? Saucy minxes. Close, but no lemon. ^.^
Til next time! I'll have chapter three posted by Sunday. xoxo
