And here we come to… the fifth chapter. AKA the 'Ozu is cruel to her readers' chapter. I'm not going to tell you why though. Just read.

Watch, I drop off the face of the planet for a like month after posting this, bahaha.

It had started out as an ordinary morning. Jou's alarm-clock had rung at the same time as always, he'd gotten up after pushing the sleep button a few times, as always, and had gone downstairs to get himself some breakfast. A bit of last night's Chinese food went down the hatch, and then he headed to the living room.

Shizuka was sleeping on the couch. He had offered her the bed, but she had refused, insisting that she take the living room spot. She was always thinking of other people… It was sweet, but at the same time it made Jou a little sad. He hated making her worry any more than she already did. Bending down, he gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, brushing the side of her cheek.

"Wake up, sleepy head." He teased, causing the girl to stir. He smiled down at her, even though she couldn't see him, and kissed the top of her head. "I'm goin' to work now, so I'll see you when I get home. I asked the neighbor to come over and make you some lunch, so you be a good girl, ok?" She gave him a small pout, putting her hands on her hips as she sat up.

"I'll be fine, big brother. You worry too much." He couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed the pot was calling the kettle black, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. In fact, all it really did was make her seem cuter. Being the ever doting brother that he was, he ruffled her hair.

"It's my job to worry." He insisted before he straightened up, turning away and heading towards the doorway. "I'll see you later."

***

Jou had been expecting the morning at the office to be just like any other morning at the office as well, but it turned out that he was wrong. The second he headed inside, he knew that he had walked in on something unpleasant.

"…around. Leave, and don't come back." It was Kaiba's voice, and although Jou only caught the tail end of the conversation, he could tell that it wasn't exactly something nice and happy. The CEO was using his sharp, intimidating business tone, and the blond could hear muffled sobs as the door to the office opened up. Out ran the girl from the day before. Her mascara was running, her eyes wet as she roughly pushed past the secretary, giving him the harshest look possible before darting out the door.

Geez, that Kaiba certainly had a way with women. Jou almost felt sorry for the poor girl, about to offer his condolences, but a sharp voice from behind him caught his attention.

"Come here." The voice was rough, demanding, and Jou flinched as he turned around and got a look at Kaiba. He was seated at his desk, trying his best to look busy but obviously annoyed. Going into that office and facing a pissed off Kaiba was the last thing Jou wanted, but he quickly obeyed when the command was repeated in a more threatening tone.

Shutting the door behind him, the blond made his way to his boss' desk, fidgeting slightly. What exactly had he done to irritate him now? He was sure that he hadn't made any mistakes in his work, so it couldn't have been that. But if it wasn't that, it had to be that… other thing.

Kaiba, however, was silent as he headed over to the door and locked it, pulling the curtains across and unplugging the phone from the wall. This was all very… Strange. More than just strange, downright creepy. Jou felt a shiver run down his spine, much like it had the first time he'd come into this room, although right now he was almost positive something bad was about to happen.

He was right. After securing the room, Kaiba headed over and stood in front of his secretary. His face was cold, and Jou soon felt an overpowering hand on his shoulder. Those icy fingers dug into his skin, causing him to yelp slightly as he was forced down to the ground.

"Kneel." The command came a little late, as Jou was already on his knees, but that didn't make it any less disconcerting. What the hell was Kaiba doing? It was still during the work-day, and—

His thoughts were cut off as Kaiba's pants were dropped, and he felt his face being shoved into a very… Awkward area.

"Lick it." Once again, that damned commanding tone. The blond struggled against the hand on the back of his head, trying to turn away, but Kaiba was one strong sonnuva bitch. There was no way he was actually going to do that. No way in hell.

"F-fuck you." He barely managed to get the words out before he felt a fist to his face, knocking him to the ground. Damn that hurt, damn that hurt, DAMN that hurt! He coughed and struggled to his knees once more, only to have Kaiba's foot contact with his stomach, knocking him down. Then a clump of blond hair was grabbed, and his head was yanked back up, level with the spot that he had been avoiding.

"I told you to do something, mutt. A dog like you is only good for one thing, and that's obediently obeying and licking the hands of its master. Now /lick/." Not feeling up to getting beaten again, Jou reluctantly took the other's length into his mouth, only to have his face forced in closer.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists as he sucked on Kaiba, resenting him, maybe even hating him the whole time. He had never done this before. He hadn't even had this done /for/ him before. And what the hell was going on? True, Kaiba had always been a jerk, a jackass, and the boss from hell, but when it came to sex he was never this aggressive. He'd only forced Jou the first time, and after that he listened when he said no.

A part of him could definitely tell that Kaiba was… interested. He didn't think that the CEO had that kind of taste, seeing as he always had so many women around, but during their nightly escapades the brunette was certainly more touchy-feely than he needed to be. He never crossed the line like this before, though, so Jou had always just shoved it to the back of his mind.

Those types of feelings and desires made him uncomfortable, and he thought that if he ignored them, they would just go away. He figured that if he ignored Kaiba long enough, without directly refusing him, he would give up. He tried to make it clear that he wasn't interested without giving a flat-out rejection. Although he couldn't deny that it had definitely felt good on that first time, even if the hangover effect afterwards was enough to kill a horse.

But this time it was different. His boss… something in him seemed to have snapped. The blond had no idea what had caused it, but he was definitely feeling the consequences.

He could feel Kaiba's dick grow harder in his mouth.

The hand on the back of his head relaxed slightly, cold fingers still tangled in his hair, and Jou finally managed to open his eyes enough to look up at the other man. Kaiba's face was actually slightly flushed, his eyes closed and his breathing increasing slightly. As if to make sure this was really happening, Jou, in what he assumed was extremely morbid curiosity, ran his tongue along the entire length. He licked the tip, sucked on it, tried different things, and watched the different expressions that went across the CEO's face.

Bizarrely, he liked this. Unlike before, he was actually in control now. It was a strange feeling, to be the one pulling the strings like this. Of course, he knew that this power was only temporary, but he didn't so much mind this kind of activity when he was the one on top.

Unfortunately, just as he thought of it, the power trip ended, and Kaiba came. Shocked and startled, Jou quickly pulled away, only to end up with the creamy white liquid splattered all over his face. The brunette's eyes opened, and the second he saw him, Jou was on the floor.

Before he had a chance to react, his shirt was torn off, the material shredded and used to tie his hands behind his back. Jou didn't like that. He didn't like being powerless, and he liked it even less when he was at the mercy of somebody else.

Once the situation sunk in, the struggling started. Squirming, fighting, kicking, he tried hard to get away, but unlike before Kaiba didn't hurt him or hit him to get him to stop. Instead, he bit him.

Not on the neck, as was usual, but on the chest. It wasn't a deep bite, but it drew blood, and he dragged his fangs down the skin, scarring it and marking it before he licked up the red liquid as it gushed forth.

A moan escaped the blond, his face blushing and a gasp of surprise escaping him as one tooth grazed his nipple. Oh god, that was not good. That was too much—

A sock was shoved in his mouth. Brown eyes shot open in surprise, and Kaiba simply leaned in, kissing up his jawline, leaving small cuts and scrapes over the flesh as he went.

"There's a meeting going on downstairs. If you're loud, they'll hear you." He whispered it not as a warning, but more as a teasing, mocking threat. He was waving the power in front of Jou's face, making him feel like little more than the dog that he was always being compared to. But he wasn't a dog. He was more than a dog, and he would never stupidly run back to such an abusing master out of some twisted sense of loyalty.

He would never be the kind of docile pet that just sat there quietly, seen but not heard. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that.

Kaiba's lips sucked the old wounds, his tongue caressing the skin as he lapped up what blood was left. Huh. And he had the nerve to call somebody else a dog.

Then his head went lower, and his lips took something else. Jou's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he felt the other's tongue on his cock, and he bit down hard on the sock in his mouth to keep from crying out. DAMN Kaiba was good at this. Damnit, damnit, holy damned shit! One fang nipped the tip, and the mixture of pain and pleasure in that little bite was enough to make the poor little blond melt into a puddle. He writhed and wriggled, thrusting up into Kaiba's mouth. But he didn't like this. He didn't...

He came anyways. Kaiba, being the freak that he was, swallowed it. Disgusting. But then he reached up and untied the knot on his wrists. That was right, they'd both come, so he'd let him go now, right…?

Wrong. He was flipped upwards and, if possible, was even more surprised by the next development than the last. Kaiba's tongue was… down /there/. Licking around the hole, teasing the entrance, oh god poor Jou felt his face grow as red as a tomato, his eyes squeezed shut as he shuddered. God, that felt so good. It was so dirty, but so…

The tongue was soon replaced by a finger covered in a slick, jelly-like substance. Apparently Kaiba had a bottle of lube in his desk drawer or something. Pervert. But oh, damnit, Jou didn't care anymore. Let him be a pervert, he was a good pervert.

After the first finger was the second, feeling around and stretching out, followed by the third. At that point, the blond was begging for more, tears streaming down his cheeks as he nearly chewed a hole in his gag. He was hard as a rock again, and so was his boss, and they both wanted it. Why were they waiting?

Kaiba quickly pushed his way inside, grunting slightly as Jou whimpered, feeling his upper body being lifted up as the other man began to rock, pushing into him. Soon enough they found a good rhythm, and the secretary felt the CEO's arms wrap around him, holding tight to him until they both came, and even after that they didn't let go.

It was a strange feeling. Kaiba, who had been so aggressive at the start, was clinging to him. He hadn't even really taken his blood, which was even weirder. Jou felt his cheeks flushing even though they were finished, and even though he still had no idea what this was about, he was no longer as angry.

There was no denying that Kaiba needed to definitely work on his people skills, and Jou would beat it into him that forced sex was NOT NICE, but at the moment he just felt… Wanted.

He didn't understand why he liked it. He should have hated it. But the desperateness in the other's hug calmed his temper, and he held Kaiba close, his eyes closed as he stared at the floor. He wasn't sure where else to look, until he heard the brunette's voice in his ear.

"You're my dog. I won't hand you over to any woman, or anybody else." It was quiet, just above a whisper, and suddenly the receptionist realized just exactly what had happened. So he hadn't been imagining things last night after all. At first he was about to bash the stupid guy's head in for making such a dumb mistake, but he stopped himself and thought about it. In a way it was kind of…

The fact that he had gotten jealous over something so stupid was a little bit… Cute. Jou would never ever ever in a million years admit it, but it really was. Although to avoid anymore misunderstandings, he had to clear this up now. Pushing away and stumbling to his feet, he quickly grabbed his pants. His shirt was ruined, but he did have a jacket he could wear home. Kaiba frowned and watched him, then reluctantly reached for his own clothes.

Ergh, nasty. He hated that feeling just after sex and feeling all sweaty, but there was no shower in the office…

Wait, the office—

He looked up at the clock. It was already approaching lunch-time, and only then did it hit him how long they'd been doing it. Blushing darkly, he finished getting dressed and – despite the pain in his ass – headed to the door.

"I'm taking my lunch break. I need to get a change of clothes." Jou hissed the words out pointedly, then sighed. "By the way, next time you hang around outside my house, at least knock on the door. Not that I'd want to introduce my poor sister to a sorry SOB like you, but it'll just freak us both out if you sneak around like a thief." He didn't face Kaiba as he said the words, instead quickly shutting the door and leaving no room for further conversation. Expertly avoiding Mokuba and making it to the elevator, the blond exited the building without a problem and started towards his place to change.

That was when he spotted the girl. The same one whom he'd seen earlier, and so many other times. She seemed tired, worn out and depressed. There was another emotion on her face that he couldn't identify, but she didn't look at him long enough for him to get an idea. Instead, she reached into her back, supposedly pulling out a business-card of some kind.

"You're Jounouchi Katsuya, right?" Her voice was soft, quiet, and Jou felt kind of sorry for her. She seemed… broken. Depressed and upset, exhausted. He expected something really bad must have just happened, so he stepped in a little closer.

"Yeah. You're uh… Shirosawa Kanako, right?" He struggled to remember her name, which he had heard Kaiba mention when she was with him on the first day. He wasn't sure if it was right, but she gave a small nod, so he assumed he'd gotten it. "Are you ok? Do you need any—" He broke off.

"Stop monopolizing Seto." Her voice was still soft, quiet, only this time Jou could recognize the hidden emotion in her face and voice. Hatred. The mad, crazy hatred of a woman scorned. Too bad he only realized it when the knife was already embedded between his ribs.

Next update isn't going to come until at least next week. This chapter was full of smut, and I hope I didn't disappoint you guys. X.x I know it took longer to come out than usual, but I tried hard to make it as delicious as possible to make up for that.

As for Kanako, yes she is an OC. She may or may not make another appearance. Depends if Seto slaughters her or not.