[A/N]: Another chapter down the hatch! And definitely more to come!
I just want to let everyone know that my classes are starting back up this week, and so I ask that you be patient for future chapters as I'll need to find time in between work to write them. I will -definitely- write them, though! Definitely...
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Jonouchi had painstakingly spent the rest of his weekend slaving away over the class project, stowed away in his room like a hermit, books, papers and his computer all piled around him in a massive pyramid.
He rejected nearly every phone call he got from his friends, each having taken their time to call and input their personal queries; though he had answered the phone for a rather curious Honda, wanting to know if he was interested in going out to the movies with the gang.
His response of was, of course, a decline to said inquiry. He was far too busy and preoccupied, though his heart yearned for a break at the movies.
Honda was, needless to say, surprised by Jonouchi's response; however, he needn't question why Jonouchi had turned him down. He knew exactly what had Jonouchi's undying attention and, as Jonouchi's very good friend, felt it was his duty to tease him
Honda knew very well why Jonouchi was so dedicated to this project, and it all led to a certain Mr. Seto Kaiba and his definite captivation over Jonouchi.
The said teasing involved shameless words and accusations about Jonouchi's marriage to Kaiba via school history project, and how Jonouchi was fulfilling his role of the devoted wife.
It wasn't done out of malice towards Jonouchi; it was simply humour at Jonouchi's expense.
It went without saying that Jonouchi did not respond positively to the teasing, obviously having become flustered by Honda's playful jibes. However, Honda was pleased with the response he had gotten; it was always a delight winding Jonouchi up. He was sure to pay for later though, once he and Jonouchi met up again.
It was totally worth it, though.
Jonouchi hung up with a half-hearted farewell, despite Honda's threats of making a random appearance at his house, invited or not, and furthered his studies and efforts, working until the sun fell in behind the horizon and his head made contact with his desk in a stupor of drowsiness.
His head felt heavy, fuzzy and clouded from cohesive thought. He could hear a murmur behind him, one that seemed to sound as though it were from someone off in the distance, walls concealing their voice. However, it seemed to be grower louder, more consistent—it getting closer.
Try as he might, Jonouchi could not open his eyes, making him feel a little panicked. He struggled restlessly, fighting to see the person drawing nearer, their voice growing ever louder with every passing second. He felt as though a weight were upon him, pressing him down, leaving him only his sense of sound.
It came nearer still, growing louder though the words were still indistinguishable. It was then that Jonouchi realized this voice was familiar to him. As Jonouchi realized this he began to find the voice more and more pleasant, eager to welcome it and its owner with opening arms. He no longer fretted, feeling instead a surge of relief.
It became clear to Jonouchi that is voice was chanting his name silkily, slowly enunciating each and every syllable, almost rhythmically. It was saying his name in such a way that Jonouchi felt his skin prickle with goose bumps.
He could feel a pair of hands on his shoulders, resting for a brief moment before wandering their way down his arms, slipping under to his sides; they traveled down, down, down, moving steadily over his hips and across his thighs. His breath caught in his throat as one of the intruding hands slid down between his legs, palm flat and pressed to the groin of his trousers.
The chanting relaxed, waning into a deadly silence. Jonouchi struggled further to open his eyes, though he met the same fate as before, doomed to remain blind to his situation. The meddlesome hand cupped him, palm rolling over his groin methodically. A puff of hot breath assaulted his ear and neck, followed by a mutter of his name.
His next realization sent a shockwave of arousal and want coursing through him; he could feel his face burn brilliantly with colour. The desire to open his eyes increased tenfold, want filled him more and more.
It was Kaiba's voice; it was Kaiba's hands roaming, stroking and petting him. Jonouchi wanted to see his face, wanted to look into his icy blue eyes. In fact, he needed to. He fought to open his eyes, struggling and writhing against Kaiba's slender hands in his effort. He bucked into the wandering hands, his body burning with need and pleasure.
His eyes snapped open, wide and desperate to be alert of their surroundings. The next realization was much to his dismay.
Jonouchi wearily lifted his head from his desk, a tendril of drool snapping off between his face and the papers he had fallen asleep on. He blearily looked around the room, dazed and confused. His eyes found the assignment papers on the desk, a puddle of drool having dampened one of the pages.
It furthered his dismay to discover that the hand he hand felt petting and massaging him was none other than his own. He hastily pulled said hand away from his groin, offended by having found it there in the first place.
It was one thing to have an intimate dream, but to wake up to being molested by your own hand was another thing.
Jonouchi gave his room a once over before turning his attention to the alarm clock on his nightstand, the bright red numbers displayed the time be to 3:30am. It was late, far too late to finish up the work he had been doing on the project. He would have to finish it tomorrow after school.
After stripping down and shutting the lights off, the blonde made way for his bed, plopping into it like a bag of bricks. It may have been too late for the project, but Jonouchi knew for certain that he wouldn't be able to sleep yet after such a realistic dream; there was something he needed to do first.
He drew his blankets up and his shorts down, face bright from embarrassment and thoughts of Kaiba and his dream racing through his mind.
The following morning seemed to come all too fast for Jonouchi's liking. His alarm clock was screaming and the sun was peering in through the blinds in his window, illuminating the room much to his disapproval.
His back ached and he felt as though he had only slept a few hours, quite possibly due to having fallen asleep at his desk. Kaiba did not visit him in his dreams for a second time that night, something which disappointed and soothed him.
He started his day slowly, drudgingly getting himself ready for his day at school. He was mentally and physically drained from his non-stop work through on his part of the assignment, not to mention spending half of his night on his desk, rather than his bed.
Getting to school felt like it took much longer than usual, in fact Jonouchi's entire world felt like it was running in slow motion.
He stood at his locker and fumbled with the padlock; it took a few tries before he finally managed to unlock it.
"You're moving like a zombie, is something up?"
Jonouchi nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling his head around to find the source of the voice that had so suddenly spoken to him. It was Honda.
"Heh, no, I'm fine. I was just up working all night, you know?" He pulled the necessary books from his locker and closed it.
Honda shrugged, opening his own locker to do the very same, "More like you've been working all weekend. Did you even take a break?"
Jonouchi chuckled as he slung his backpack over his shoulder, "Of course I did."
The correct answer would have been "no", though Jonouchi didn't see any point in telling Honda otherwise. It wasn't his concern, and Jonouchi, despite feeling exhausted, also very a sense of reward from his hard work and efforts.
Honda grinned slightly as he rooted through his locker; it was then that Jonouchi knew that a fresh dose of teasing was in store for him.
"Ah, you're so diligent for Kaiba; I wish I could train you like that. One project and that guy has got you doing his bidding. It's impressive." Honda closed his locker and looked at Jonouchi, the grin on his face widening ever so slightly.
Jonouchi stared evenly at Honda, resisting the arising temptation to swing his heavy and loaded backpack at him, "Hah, you're hilarious, Honda."
Honda opened his mouth to reply, though he was interrupted by the chiming of the school bell. He hoisted his backpack up and made to turn around, "Well, let me know when the wedding is! I definitely want to come." He waved over his shoulder, looking back if only to see the irritated expression on Jonouchi's face.
Jonouchi shook his head and waved dismissively at Honda, moving to follow them down the hall. That asshole didn't actually think he'd escape did he? After all, they shared the same first class.
It was when Jonouchi got to the classroom that he received a shocking surprise. As his eyes drifted over the many seats of students, he couldn't help but to notice one desk in specific. For the first time in forever Kaiba's desk was empty.
He didn't come to school?