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Birthday bone	By : akuchan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Birthday bone. 1/2

Author: Akuchan

Rating: N/C 17

Pairing(s): SxJ

Beta: Daisey (You�re the best)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, nor do I make any money from this story.

Summary: Jounouchi deals with the fallout following a disastrous incident at the birthday party his friends had thrown for him.

�Come-on Kaiba; ya can't tell me you've never figured it out, smart boy like you,� the quite drunken, blond teenager hanging from said billionaire�s shoulders asked as he tried to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. However, he only managed to lick his intended�s cheek when Kaiba turned his head.
"Get off Mutt, and quit slobbering on me," the brunet said as he pushed the blond away from him and wiped his face.
"Why I always fight with you? You've never figured it out? Ya gotta know,� Jounouchi slurred as a shaky finger traced the sharp, angular line of Kaiba's jaw and he tried to lock lips again.
Kaiba's nose twitched in disgust when he was assaulted full on by the stench of Jounouchi's alcohol saturated breath. "You're drunk, Mutt; get lost."
"So you saying if I wasn't drunk, ya just might be interested?" The blond swayed as he struck a jaunty pose with one hand behind his head, the other resting on his hip. He lost his balance and, to stop himself from falling flat on his face, he wrapped his arms around Kaiba's neck and looked up at him hopefully. �Ya know, those present�s are nice an� all, but all I really want for my birthday is right here in my arms.�
Kaiba stumbled slightly and, upon regaining his balance, he detached the inebriated annoyance from him, took its chin between two fingers and pulled its face up so that they were looking each other eye to eye. "Get this straight Mutt: not now, not ever."
�Why you always calling me Mutt, Kaiba? You wanna do me like a dog?� Jounouchi asked with an obliviousness that could only be brought on by consuming more than a few tumblers of wine. Kaiba, who�s face had turned a brilliant shade of red, shoved the drunk teen away from him and, without waiting to see him fall on his ass, turned on his heel and walked out the door.
Jounouchi was sprawled across his desk, head buried in his arms in an effort to shield it from the cruel glare of the morning sun. He was promising any and all deities that would listen that he would never drink again, if only they would make the pain, both emotional and physical, just go away. His father served as a daily reminder of how damaging the drink could be, and now he had a raging hangover and a humiliating experience all of his own to drive that fact home. When he had first woken up, it had all just been a fuzzy memory- a feeling that he had done something really, really, stupid that he would regret for a very long time to come. By the time he had left for school from Yugi�s, the events of the night before had come back to him in full, and now the embarrassing episode of him coming onto Kaiba and being turned down in no uncertain terms was looping continuously in his mind. And, as if being rejected by Kaiba wasn�t mortifying in its own right, to top it all off, he had ended up crawling into Yugi's lap, and had spent the rest of the night blubbering like a baby. Oh yeah, it was the best birthday ever.

In his drunken state, when Kaiba had shown up at Yugi�s, he had taken it to mean that the brunet had wanted to be at his party instead of just� Wait, why had he been there? Jounouchi puzzled over that for a few minutes, and then decided that it was probably something� to do with� something? Actually it didn�t matter why Kaiba had been there; what was important was that, at the time, Jounouchi had made the mistake of thinking that the sex god was there for him. A booze addled brain, combined with overactive hormones and a long suppressed desire for one Kaiba Seto, had naturally ended in disaster. A secret that he had held tight to his chest for a very long time was a secret no more. Not that he was in love with Kaiba� no that wasn�t it at all; he just lusted after the sexy bastard and wanted to fuck his brains out, �a lot�. Up until that moment, none of his friends had known, and Kaiba certainly had had no clue about his secret desires. Even Jounouchi�s being gay had been a surprise to everyone present, and that was something else he would have to contend with now: his friends� reactions to that little bombshell. Getting drunk, coming onto a person he supposedly didn�t even like, and then getting turned down by that person in no uncertain terms was not the way he would have chosen to come out to his friends. But really, when did things ever work out for him the way that he planned? Never.
And now the object of his desire, the harbinger of his humiliation, was sitting right next to him, staring at him- probably with that patented �I am better than you, and don�t you forget it� smirk, though now it was renamed the �not in a million years, Mutt� smirk. Jounouchi didn�t need to look to know; he always knew when Kaiba�s attention was focused on him and, right now, he could feel those azure lasers boring a hole into the side of his head. Kaiba was probably hoping that if he stared long enough, his brains would melt and leak out of his ear. Or, maybe, he was planning on hanging him naked from the rafters in the attic of Kaiba manor. Jounouchi could see the scene clearly in his mind. Kaiba would have Jounouchi�s arms stretched over his head, hands cuffed and attached to the giant hooks that hung down on chains from the ceiling. His feet would be shackled and attached to the large wooden blocks that he would be standing on. His only adornment would be the strips of leather wound around his cock and balls, their near-bruising tightness causing an exquisitely painful erection. Kaiba, decked out in black leather, would torture him with a feather. Nah� knowing Kaiba it wouldn�t be anything so delicate, nor would it be anything as predictable as a whip� not a regular one at least. Maybe a cat-o-nine tails� yeah, that would be more his style� more bang for the buck, as it were. Why slice open one tract of skin when, with a well placed, sharp crack, he could take out Jounouchi�s whole back. But, if Kaiba were in a generous mood, he would use that whip to tauntingly torture him. Maybe he would tease his nipples before dragging it down his stomach and over his cock. Maybe he�d flick his wrist slightly; allowing one of the knotted ends of the whip just enough contact to sting his balls, but not enough to do any real damage. And then, as he was kissing it all better, Kaiba would take the slicked up butt of the whip and rub it over the crack of his ass, letting the tendrils of braided leather caress the soft fleshy skin of his inner thigh. As the fantasy took over Jounouchi�s mind, his cheeks flushed and his breathing sped up, but not to the point of panting.
�I don�t fucking believe this!� Jounouchi growled in frustration and shifted in his seat. Despite waking up with the mother of all hangovers that still hadn't left and probably wouldn't for years, despite the humiliation that he had suffered because of that bastard, he still managed to get aroused? Because of his hangover it wasn't a full-fledged diamond cutter, but still, there was the familiar stirring in his groin and you know who was the cause of it.
�Jounouchi!� came the sharp admonishment from the teacher.

The blond squinted as he lifted his head from the desk and, looking slightly dazed, asked, �Shit, did I just say that out loud?�
The whole classroom erupted into a round of giggles and outright laughter before everyone was silenced by the teacher�s glare. �Yes you did; one more outburst from you, and you�ll be spending some time in detention.�
�Yes, ma�am, sorry,� he said, burying his face in his arms again.
�Jounouchi, pay attention.�
�Yes, Mutt, pay attention.� The whispered sarcasm that no one else could hear came from the left, and, with a knowing sneer, the quiet voice added, �Get your mind out of my pants�.
Pain and humiliation overrode any sense of self-respect and, without thinking, Jounouchi whipped around in his seat and screamed at his tormentor, �Fuck off Kaiba; this is all your fault anyways.� He would have jumped out of his seat, but the need to vomit at the sudden movement reminded him of his hangover, and why he was never drinking again.
�That�s it Jounouchi; detention in here after school. You�re lucky I don�t send you down to the principal�s office now.� The teacher fixed him with an angry glare and, without waiting for a response, continued on with her lesson.
Jounouchi fought the urge to bury his head again; instead he slouched in his chair, not daring to say another word as he ignored the stifled giggles of his classmates, and completely blew off what the teacher was saying. Instead, he stared at a point above her head while an inner monologue of �stupid Kaiba, damn asshole; why does he have this effect on me?� echoed in his head. �Even after he rejected me outright I can�t stop hoping, can�t stop fantasizing. I truly am pathetic.�
Kaiba�s gaze was fixed on him again. The electric current that caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end, the flesh beneath to tingle, and the shivers to run down his spine, alerted him to this fact. Helpless against the pull, he turned his head to sneak a quick peek at the object of his heartache. Jounouchi was not surprised to find himself under the scrutiny of those blazing azure eyes. What was unexpected was the absence of the anticipated smirk. The emotion radiating from Kaiba�s gaze when their eyes met was a hunger so ravenous, that Jounouchi could hold the gaze but for a second. Scorched by the intense fire, Jounouchi turned away, his conscious mind denying what his heart and other regions told him to be true. He turned back just as quickly, but the spell had been broken, and Kaiba was now facing the front, seemingly engrossed in the lesson at hand.

Confusion reigned supreme. Despite logic�s vehement denial, Jounouchi�s physical reaction told him that what he had seen was true. For one glorious second frozen in time, Jounouchi had witnessed a need as ravenous as his own reflected back at him. If he had thought it was going to be difficult to let go before, now it was going to be damn near impossible. Damn that asshole, why couldn�t he just admit that there was something there? Fuck him and forget him if that�s what it took; but, damn it, do something. He was too bruised to attempt anything himself- maybe tomorrow, but not today. Today he could still have his fantasies. Unknowingly, Kaiba had given him a belated birthday present� the gift of hope.

The rest of the morning passed without incident, and Jounouchi had even been able to avoid any real conversation with his friends during their remaining classes by pretending to pay attention, or by sleeping on his desk. Besides, they were all nursing hangovers of varying degrees themselves, so talk was kept to a minimum anyways. But now it was lunchtime, and Jounouchi was sure that the subject that had been successfully ignored all morning would become the lunchtime topic. Maybe he would just grab a sandwich from the store next to the school, eat somewhere else and avoid talking about this until later� much later. With that as his plan, he turned down a hallway leading away from the cafeteria, and nearly knocked Anzu over.
He plastered on as bright of a smile as he could manage and greeted his friend, �Hey, Anzu�.
�Jounouchi,� she said rather coolly, as Jounouchi abandoned his plans of hiding out and headed to the cafeteria with her.
�Oh, this is not good,� he thought to himself. �If she can�t accept that I�m gay, then Honda won�t be able to either.� Yugi hadn�t had a problem with his confession. Jounouchi had literally passed out at Yugi�s and, while they had been getting ready for school that morning, he had reiterated what he had said the night before when he had been comforting the blond: that Jounouchi was not to worry about their friendship; his being gay changed nothing in his eyes. However, nothing else had been said on the subject; his friend correctly surmised that the wounds from the night before were still too raw, and that Jounouchi wouldn�t want to talk about it.
Anzu�s and Jounouchi�s wait in the food line was quiet and uncomfortable, neither one knowing quite what to say. As it often is in such situations, both of them broke the silence at the same time. Though he didn�t want to hear his friend�s disapproval of what he was, he insisted that she go first, and was amazed by what she had to say.
�Ok, here goes, Jounouchi.� She looked around to make sure that no one else was listening and then lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper. �First off, I honestly never suspected you of being gay. You did a really good job of hiding it, until last night, that is.� She snickered as she said that, and Jounouchi began to hope that maybe she wasn�t as disapproving as he had first thought. �It doesn�t bother me at all, and I can understand why you kept it to yourself. What I have a problem with, Jounouchi,� her voice was very stern as she said his name, �is you spending the night in Yugi�s lap instead of me.� The last bit was said with a poke to the chest and a mock glare thrown at her friend.
Jounouchi was speechless as she continued on. �I didn�t risk getting grounded for life by sneaking those bottles from my father�s wine collection so that you could monopolize all of Yugi�s time, you know, even if it was your birthday,� she added with a bit of a pout.
�No, you did it to get him drunk and take advantage of him,� Jounouchi laughed as he realized why Anzu had turned what was supposed to be a quiet dinner for four on a school night into the raucous evening it turned out to be. �I guess I ruined that for you, huh?�
�Yes, you did. You�re just lucky that it�s not Yugi you�re interested in; I�d have to kill you.� She playfully slapped him on the shoulder as he paid for his soup and three bottles of water. His headache was gone, and bright light was no longer painful to be in, but his stomach was extremely tender, and he was still very dehydrated.
�You should have waited to have the big bash on the weekend; doing it on a school night was not the smartest thing you know, Anzu.�
�Yes, well, we wanted to celebrate your birthday on they day, Jounouchi.� After a moments thought she added, �And you�re one to talk, I wouldn�t call drinking a whole one and half liter bottle of wine yourself very smart either, you idiot.�
�Sheesh, now you ya tell me.�
�Shut up, Jou; we tried to tell you last night, but would you listen? No.�
The two continued to banter as they walked to their normal table and joined their friends. �Two down, one to go,� Jounouchi thought to himself as he sat down across from Honda. He could tell by the way that his friend flinched when he approached that Honda was having trouble accepting this. Only time would tell how damaging his little revelation would be to their relationship, or maybe he�d know right away. In a perfect world it wouldn�t matter, and Honda would accept him as he was. But this world was far from perfect, and Honda was a typical male, raised in a society and a house where homosexuality was thought of as an aberration. Jounouchi hoped that the bond they shared would be strong enough to withstand the societal and familial prejudices that were ingrained in his friend, but he just couldn�t be sure. It was understandable that Honda would have some problems dealing with the fact that a guy he changed with, showered with in the locker room, hell that had even slept on the floor of his bedroom, was gay.
�Honda, Yugi,� Jounouchi said.
�Jounouchi,� Honda said, barely lifting his head from his lunch. After that, things were quite strained. Anzu and Yugi carried on a superficial conversation, while Jounouchi and Honda concentrated on their lunches, surreptitiously stealing sidelong glances at each other. As soon as he was done his lunch, Honda jumped out of his seat, appearing to make a hasty retreat. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, �Jounouchi, walk.�
Jounouchi drained his soup, grabbed his remaining two bottles of water and scrambled after his friend. They left the lunchroom and walked in an uncomfortable silence down the hall and up a stairwell in a part of the school that was sure to be deserted at that time of day. The whole time, Jounouchi�s stomach was in knots, afraid of what his friend was going to say to him. He couldn�t get a read on Honda�s mood at all. His face was stony, but not necessarily angry; he just wasn�t giving anything away.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Honda stopped and hung over the railing, while Jounouchi hovered on the landing behind him. After a few minutes of silence Honda finally spoke, but to the empty space between the stairs and the plate glass windows, not Jou. �Jounouchi, you�re my best friend, have been for years, man; I think of you like a brother. You know that right?� With that final sentence he turned to face his friend; confused hazel eyes searched a pair of wary brown. �But you know my parents; you know how they feel about homosexuality.�
Jounouchi�s stomach twisted and clenched in agony with the knowledge that he was about to lose one of his closest friends. He knew Honda like he knew himself. He was certain that his friend would not be able to defy his parents and that Honda would see keeping this a secret from his parents as defying them. He was about to scream at his friend, to tell him to stand up against his parents for a change, to fight for their friendship. But then another thought entered his mind, one that had been there all the time but that he had just ignored; maybe Honda found him disgusting and was just using his parents as an excuse. Suddenly, the fight left him. �Yeah, Honda, I understand,� he said, and then turned to walk down the stairs.
Jounouchi stopped in his tracks at Honda�s, �Hey, where the hell are you going? Just because my parents would forbid me to see you if they found out, doesn�t mean that I�m going to stop being your friend. They just can�t find out.�
�You mean it, really?� Relief flooded through him. �Not to worry man, the only people who know that I�m gay are you, Anzu, and Yugi, and I�d like to keep it that way for a while. Oh and Kaiba of course, but who�d he tell?�
�The whole school, just to humiliate you,� Honda replied.
�Nah, I don�t think so.�
�What makes you so sure, Jounouchi? He�s always looking for ways to embarrass you. Why would he pass up this opportunity handed to him, by you no less?�
�You�re right, Honda, but I just have a feeling he won�t. I can�t explain it; it�s just that spreading rumors is not his style. If he were going to �out� me, he would have had the perfect opportunity this morning and he didn�t.�
�Yeah, what was that about anyways?� Honda asked.
�Trust me, Honda, you don�t want to know and let�s just leave it at that, Okay?� Jounouchi answered him with a rueful smile. �So, you�re really okay with this?� He had to ask; he needed to know exactly where he stood with his oldest friend.
Unable to look him in the eye as he answered, Honda leaned over the railing again and stared down into the stairwell. �Honestly Jounouchi, I don�t know.� The uncertainty of his state of mind was reflected in the waver of his voice. �We�ve been friends for so long that I can�t imagine my life without you. But� oh hell, I don�t even know how to say this��
�You�ll feel weird, just doing the regular guy stuff with me now,� Jounouchi said as he joined his friend in hanging over the railing, bouncing one of the bottles of water against the wall.
�Yeah,� Honda sounded relieved that Jounouchi seemed to understand and that the blond did not sound angry. �When I change, are you checking me out? You don�t think of me in ~that~ way, do you?�
�Nah, man, that honor is all Kaiba�s.� �Now�, Jounouchi added silently to himself. He was a firm believer in the little white lie, especially when it would save his ass from getting a kicking, or more importantly save a friendship. Honda didn�t need to know it was dreams starring him that actually awoke Jounouchi to the fact that he was gay.
�Why Kaiba?�
The answer to that one- on the surface- was easy, to anyone who had eyes in their head, at any rate. �The guy�s a walking, breathing sex-god, Honda; who wouldn�t want to do him?�
�Ah, me� and that�s too much sharing, Jounouchi,� Honda said, sounding quite freaked out by his friend�s admission.
�Uh, sorry, but you did ask,� the blond said rather sheepishly. That had been the simple answer. The more complicated one was that fighting with Kaiba turned him on. Being called Mutt used to make him spitting mad, and they�d come to blows over it frequently, but the stupid asshole never let up. In fact, Jounouchi couldn�t remember the last time Kaiba had used his real name, if he ever had. And then, somewhere along the way, instead of wanting to pound Kaiba�s face into the ground, the sexily growled �Mutt� had begun to feed a kink. It had been quite a shock to him the first time that he�d had to jack off immediately following one of their frequent arguments, and the fantasy that had accompanied it had been one of Kaiba on his knees, giving him head. From that point on, Kaiba was the only person who occupied his fantasies.
You�re not in love with him, are you?� The disgust with which Honda had asked that question made his feelings clear on how he felt about that.
�Me? In love with Seto Kaiba? What a ridiculous notion, Honda. No, this is purely a lust thing; a couple or ten romps around the bedroom would probably cure me of this affliction.�
�Oh god, Jou; would you stop with the sex talk, already?� His friend yelled at him.
�Sorry, bud. I�ll try, but then stop asking the questions that get you these answers.�
Just then, a long, sleek, black limousine pulling up to the sidewalk outside jerked Jounouchi�s attention away from what his friend was saying. Kaiba�s limo� he�d recognize it anywhere. He�d had a number of fantasies about him and Kaiba in that limo. Seeing that car arrive meant that the CEO was leaving for the day. Good. Jounouchi had math with him right after lunch, and he didn�t feel like putting up with the billionaire and his �not in million years� attitude, or his �though I say I don�t want you, I really want to devour you� look. He was still very confused over that.
The limo waiting right outside the door below them meant that Kaiba would be passing underneath at any second and that Jounouchi would be able to feast his eyes on that sexy piece of meat for a brief moment before he left for the day. And, suddenly, there he was. The door was pushed open, and Kaiba appeared. Two steps into the vestibule he raised his head and locked gazes with Jounouchi, his stride never faltering. Five steps later, his eyes were still riveted to the blonde�s; the tension in the air sizzled and cracked as though it was electric, their need for each other palpable. After six steps, his hand reached for the door; a burst of frigid air filled the stairwell, and he was gone. Jounouchi�s needful gaze stayed with Kaiba, willing him to come back, but he paid no more attention to the blond as he continued down the snow-covered sidewalk and stepped into the waiting limousine.
�Holy shit Jou. I don�t care what he says; that look tells a completely different story. I think he has it as bad for you as you do for him,� a stunned Honda said, completely shattering the mood.
�Huh?� Was all Jounouchi could manage to say as his brain tried to process what had just happened. It was the second time that day that he and Kaiba had had a moment that was so much more than just a shared look. Once again, Kaiba�s hunger for him was obvious; now Jounouchi just had to figure out if he was going to make a move or wait for Kaiba. A few moments passed before he could string two thoughts together and speak. �So you saw it too, Honda? I wasn�t just imagining it?�
�No, Bud, it was real,� his friend assured him.
�Glad to know that I�m not going stark raving mad and seeing things that just aren�t there.�
�I wouldn�t go that far, Jounouchi; you�re still nuts for wanting Kaiba like that, but you�re not imagining things.� He pushed away from the railing and said, �Come on Jounouchi; we have to get to class.� They left the stairwell and, before they parted ways to go to their classes, Honda gave Jounouchi a friendly punch to the shoulder. �Don�t worry about us, bud; there are some things that I�m uncomfortable with, but I will deal with them.� Turning in the opposite direction to go to his history class, he didn�t wait for his friend to respond.
As he walked to his math class Jounouchi thought about how things had gone with Honda. He wasn�t as accepting as Yugi and Anzu had been, but then Jounouchi hadn�t expected him to be. Their relationship had changed, but not the feelings; Honda still loved him as a brother, he knew that. But their daily interactions would be strained until Honda understood that Jounouchi wasn�t after him, and wouldn�t be coming onto him. He was sure that, once Honda believed it, things would get closer to normal between them. It would just take time, and his friendship with Honda was worth the wait.
As he entered the classroom, Jounouchi realized that he forgot to ask if anyone knew why Kaiba had shown up at Yugi�s the night before. He�d find out later, or maybe just maybe he�d ask the man himself. Later� much later.
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