"This is the final paperwork of the total acquisition of Industrial Illusions," Jou said, resting the clipped sheaths of paper on Kaiba's desk. "Sign this, and Pegasus has officially handed over controlling interest in his company over to you."

Kaiba's fingers delicately inked out the looping letters of his signature.

"You know that says Seto Kaifa right?" Jou asked, amused.

The CEO rolled his eyes at that. "Of course I know, Wheeler. It's a security measure. It is considerably more difficult to forge a signature that has an erroneous feature like that as part of it."

"Clever," he said, his lips turning up in a smirk. "Mr Kaifa."

Kaiba turned to look at him, a heated look in his eyes. "Wheeler, you're playing with fire," he warned, but it wasn't a warning at all really. More of a hint.

He smirked, smoothing the pale blue tie down Kaiba's chest. "And if I was?"

Ten minutes later he was getting pounded in the CEO's private bathroom, gripping hard on the towel rack. He came once, Kaiba's hand mercilessly pumping his dick. He didn't stop, fucking mercilessly against Jou's prostate and stroking stroking stroking his oversensitive skin.

"Kaiba!" he whined.

"Keep quiet," the brunet mumbled, sucking on his shoulder. "You want everyone to hear you?"

"Hands off my dick, Kaiba," he groaned, reaching down to try and pull his hand away. "It's gonna be like half an hour before I get hard again. You know this by now."

Kaiba grunted. He did release his hand though, moving it up to hold himself up on the wall.

Afterward, Jou carefully tugged his shirt back over his hickeyed shoulder. "So. Is this your goodbye?" He asked, picking his tie up from the sink.

"Pardon?"

"You only came here to acquire I2. Now that it's done, you're going home." He tied the knot carefully, tugging it back up to his collar and settling it into place. "So—is this goodbye or will there be another?"

Kaiba gave him a flat look. "You certainly know how to kill the afterglow, don't you?" He re-buckled from his belt. "I'll be gone as soon as you've packed my bags and chartered my flight. So I suppose that yes. This is goodbye."

Jou reached for his suit pants and slid them back up his legs. "Am I out of a job now?" He asked, smoothing them over his hips.

Kaiba grunted in answer. Clearly he hadn't decided that yet.

"If I'm out, do I get to keep the medical insurance?" He asked. "I've been feeling a bit off lately; I need to get a few check-ups."

The brunet huffed. Muttered something about how much he hated America, and what a mess they'd made of their healthcare system. "I suppose I could keep you on," Kaiba said. "I don't fire Isono every time I leave the country. Inevitably I will be back at some point. I'll need an assistant then, and it would be awfully inconvenient for me if you were working for another company."

Jou laughed. Somehow he got the feeling it wouldn't have made a difference if he hadn't mentioned that little bit of information. He supposed he should just stick around in the job until whatever he had was diagnosed and hopefully solved. Then he could quit—or even convince Mokuba he needed to be let go so he could take a nice severance pay. Live of that for a while and not need to panic about finding a good job. It wasn't like he had anyone else to look after.

"I'll go call your pilot. Then I'll head over to your hotel and start packing your things."

Jou anxiously held the phone up to his ear. The dial-tone was grating in his ear. He was so anxious—he didn't want to be having this conversation. Still, he had to. He couldn't keep this a secret.

The line picked up. "Kaiba-shachou cannot come to the phone," Isono's smooth voice came from the phone. "Is this a work emergency?"

"Hi Isono," he said in a quiet voice. "No, it's not. But is he busy?"

There was an awkward pause. "Jounouchi. It's after business hours. Well after business hours. What are you calling for?"

"It's personal, actually," he replied. "I tried to call after his normal work hours. Is he… with someone?"

Isono heaved a heavy sigh. "What are you calling for, Jounouchi?"

"I have something to tell him," he said quietly.

"He's busy."

"It's sort of important," he told him.

Another heavy sigh. "Jounouchi. He's at a banquet celebrating his engagement."

That twisted like a knife in his stomach. "Oh. It can wait. It's not urgent."

"Jounouchi." Isono's voice is stern. "There is no reason you need to contact Kaiba-shachou that is not directly related to Kaiba Corp or its concerns."

He clenched his hands. "He'll want to hear this."

"There is no reason," Isono repeated firmly.

"Isono. I've just come back from the doctor. I'm—"

"No reason." He said coldly. "I've been tracking your insurance claims, Jounouchi. I understand what it is you are trying to reveal. Your honest s admirable, but perhaps you misunderstood me. Seto is at his engagement party. To a very prominent businessman to whom he has been arranging a marriage and a business merger for years. Nothing can jeopardise this engagement. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

"You understand then."

He sighed. "Yeah. I guess I do." He was silent for a long moment, moving one hand to press against lower abdomen. "How long should I…?"

"I believe it would be best if you kept your silence on the matter, Jounouchi," he replied. "Kaiba-shachou is aware that you were involved in many partners during the course of your…I suppose relationship is the best word for it." There was a slight tapping, like Isono drumming his fingers on the table. "It would be better if he was not included on any documentation."

"That's not fair," Jou said weakly. "He should know."

The tapping stopped, mid-rhythm. "No. He shouldn't. I am hanging up the phone now, Jounouchi. Please do not call again, excepting business matters."

Before he could response, the dial-tone sounded.

"Then I guess it's just you and me."