Of Guns and Sand
by Xeora
O shit. Another chapter! D:
Thanks to all who reviewed, faved and put me on watch. If you did at least one of these things, expect a naked Seto Kaiba in your bed this evening.
… lol okay I lied. I'm gonna be nude. In your bed. Rolling in your sheets.
Cuz ilu. :c
Warnings: The usual. Also, I hope to get trigger happy by chapter four. O.o
Disclaimer: O hell, I almost forgot to mention I don't do this for profit. Just for fun and for the sake of mansex. Which, in a sense, is a mental form of profit. At the same time its printable, trade able, and makes people more than happy to receive... you still can't sue. :c
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Two
Damned Rapist!
Falling dreams always end in the same ways.
One either jolts awake from 'impact', or falls right off the edge of whatever they've been sleeping on. Jou felt that surge from the 'impact' of his descent, causing his eyes to open instantly. His heart was racing rather fast, and everything was still blurry. He let out a low groan, his body aching. "Ugh... what a dream..." His mattress felt unusually lumpy and hard, and yet comfortable. Not to mention it would shift slightly without his consent, and it was touching his face too. It ran its fingers through his hair. Wow, what an affectionate mattress. Jou unconsciously returned the affection with a soft hug. As hugs were nice to give.
"Jono..." and the mattress could talk too. A male voice, as it was low. It was soft, almost cold. It was very, very familiar.
Of course, this was quite unusual. Jou hadn't exactly processed that as of yet. However, when he did, is when he finally remembered he wasn't at home, sleeping on his bed with the loose springs, odd smell and taco stains. He opened his honey colored eyes, trying to blink them into focus. For now, all he could see was a tan blur, with a bit of white and gold mixed in. He closed his eyes again tightly, finally opening them when his sight had become clear (give or take a few dots dancing around his vision). Jou looked up, seeming curious.
What he saw made him nearly scream like a little girl. Nearly being that he was much too macho to actually let it out. However, he did squeak. And o, did he squeak.
"K-Kaiba!"
Jou panicked, suddenly flailing. He fell right out of the man's lap, and onto some hard stone floor. "Ow! Damnit!" He hurt his backside and hit his tail bone, making him hiss and whine. He rubbed it, looking up at who he presumed to be Seto Kaiba. "Christ, what the hell man!"
Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp. and under aged billionaire. Or so that's what this man looked like. He had the same brown hair, cut in that same fashion. Those same sharp eyes. They even had the same frown. However, there was something certainly different. His skin was dark, a deep tan. On top of that, he was practically half naked. A white cloth with purple trim was wrapped around his waist. Gold bonds graced his arms and neck. He even had ankhs hanging from his ears.
"Jesus..." Jou stared at him for a moment. "So you finally got sick of that trench coat or somethin'?"
'Kaiba' merely stared back, head tilting to the side. He seemed to be studying the blond.
"I didn't know you were an accessory kinda guy," Jou twitched, finding that look to be creepy. "Why the hell are you staring at me?" By now, he expected the dog jokes. And oh, was he ready for some come-backs. He wished he had his camera, he wanted a couple of blackmail photos. He looked away from the man, just to have a quick look around. It did remind him of the Egyptian exhibit, but this was not the same room. The paint was bright, and the walls were not pieces of stored rocks. It looked as if he walked into a pyramid, or a temple. The pillars were high, and the ceiling looked as if it were a hundred feet up. He growled, looking back at Kaiba.
"Hey, Moneybags." Jou scrambled to his feet. "Where the fuck am I? What did you do?" Because this would obviously be Seto Kaiba's doing. He was the only other man here. This had to be his fault.
There was a frown on the tanned man's face. He spoke, but the words that came out were not English.
"What?" Jou quirked a brow.
He spoke again, further confusing Jou. The blond blinked, trying to figure out what the language was. However, the only conclusion he got was that Kaiba was fucking around with him. Jou grit his teeth.
"Sorry, I don't speak Jerk-a-nese."
'Kaiba' chuckled, so Jou's self-conclusion had become all the more satisfying. "Damnit, I knew it. Stop messing around, where the hell—" but he was cut off. The tanned man had stood, suddenly shoving the blond back down onto the ground.
"Ow! You sonovabitch," Jou began. "Im gonna kick your ass-!" However, the man was already over him, pinning him down by the wrists. The blond struggled, kicking his legs. The obviously stronger male above him kept him pinned down with his strong thighs.
"Jono..." He said, hot breath tickling over Jou's ears. Something warm and wet brushed over the lobe, making Jou's eyes widen in panic.
Kaiba just licked his ear.
"Oh shit..." the blond struggled harder, thrashing about. "Okay-- Haha, great fun joke-- GAH!" Teeth nipped the lobe. "All right that is not funny! Get the fuck off of me you damned rapist!"
However, Jou's panic would not be heeded. That tongue touched more than just his sensitive earlobes. It was accompanied by lips, which brushed his jawline, and of course his neck. Jou felt his cheeks heat up, and he felt the blush creep to the surface of his face.
One of his wrists were relinquished. A strong hand was now on his chest, pushing open his jacket, fingers brushing over his breast. That was the moment Jou snapped together, punching Kaiba hard in the jaw.
The tanned man grunted. As he flinched, Jou pushed the man off of him, hurriedly scrambling to his feet. He turned to run, only to trip hard.
"Ah fuck!" The blond tried to get back to his feet, but found that he couldn't. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Kaiba gripping his ankle. He looked pissed. Jou kicked his leg, struggling to get out of the man's vice grip. He managed, the price being the loss of his left shoe.
Not that he cared much now. Jou needed to run, or risk losing his sanctity. He rushed down the huge room, entering a hall with more tall pillars and walls just covered in hieroglyphs. Maybe there was a way out of here. This still had to be the museum. Were there stairs? Was he still on the bottom floor? Oh god, and Yugi. The poor boy must have been worried out of his mind. Ahead, he saw a light. Light was good.
"Almost out!" Jou would have jumped for joy if he weren't still in danger. He burst through the opening, suddenly skidding to a hard stop. He stumbled, nearly falling forward, but forced himself to fall backwards instead, further adding a bruise to his tail bone.
"Nyeehh... what is it with me and falling on my ass...?" The blond shook out his head, grumbling. He stood shakily, dusting off his pants and jacket. He rubbed the back of his neck, his breath suddenly caught in his throat.
Laying out towards the horizon stretched many buildings made from stone. Above the sun was bright, glaring harshly on the city below. People were moving about, riding on the backs of horses or camels. Carts were pushed, voices were calling over in that unusual language Kaiba had spoken to him before. Jou looked around, then down at the ground. He stood at the edge of a long stairway, that seemed almost a hundred feet up. He looked back towards the city, noting the pyramids against the horizon. He swallowed.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kan—" Jou was this close to making a Wizard of Oz reference. He didn't have a chance to finish it. Pain exploded in the side of his head, everything turning black.
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Hoho. This chapter is a bit short. :c
I'll make the next one longer. I hope you enjoyed it. 8D
Review please. I appreciate the watches and the favorites, but I'd love to know how I'm doing so far.
Xeora