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Title: Hardball 1/3
Author: Akuchan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): JxS (mentions of Seto and someone
else)
Beta: Puppy-uke
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own
Yugioh.� And I don�t make any money from
this story.
Summary: Seto has a need that he is unable to
divulge to his lover.� Jounouchi
discovers his secret and doesn�t know how to deal with it.
Authors warning:� This fic was written for the kink challenge at A Dragon�s
Lair.� There is much that people could
find squicky but I don�t think the story is tasteless (but really that is for
you to decide).� I don�t want to say
what the kink is because you knowing what it is could take something away from
the first part of the story.� What the
kink is will be revealed long before it is actually described.�

He leaned against a brick wall, catching his breath in the
dim shadows of the alleyway while trying to reign in the righteous anger that
threatened to turn violent. Running had helped, but
only while he�d been in motion. Now, as he bent over panting in
exhaustion, the images that were forever forged into his memory
were once again stoking the fires of his rage. "God damn
it, Seto� His scream was that of an enraged beast as he ripped off the
short, black haired wig that had been part of his disguise and threw it to
the ground. He jumped on it, grinding it into the pavement, tearing the
wig to shreds in the process.� �Ha, I
hoped this one cost a lot, you lying cheating, bastard!�� His anger not abating at all, he kicked a
nearby metal trashcan, dumping its contents all over the alley in the process.
He then picked it up and heaved it at a wall, letting loose another furious cry
as he did so.� That took the edge off,
but he knew he had a long way to go before he�d be calm enough to go home. ~If~
he went home. He didn�t know if he�d be able to stop himself from kicking the
crap out of his lover, and at this moment in time he wasn�t sure if he�d want
to�stop himself, that is.� Under normal
circumstances that wouldn�t be possible as Kaiba could easily take him down,
but, the combination of his own fury, married with the exhaustion of the other
he was sure he�d have the upper hand in any physical contest tonight.�

He still
couldn�t believe what he�d witnessed earlier.�
He�d known that Kaiba was up to something sneaky and underhanded, and
he�d even had a good idea that his lover was stepping out on him; he wouldn�t
have hired a private detective to track Seto�s whereabouts if he hadn�t thought
that.� When he was given the address to
Darkest Secrets, he was prepared for the fact that his lover was indulging in
the taste of some forbidden kink.�
Darkest Secrets was an exclusive, private club, well known in certain
circles, but unknown to most of society.�
There were only two ways to gain admittance; through the invitation of
another club member, or by buying one�s way in for the princely sum of
1,000,000 yen*.� When the detective had
given him the information about where his lover was going every Wednesday
night, Jounouchi had decided he would take it from there.� If he was going to fork out that kind of
money � or, more accurately, if Seto was going to fork out that kind of money �
he figured that he should be the one to benefit. Plus, he didn�t want this man
to know what, exactly, Seto�s secret was.

That had been a
week ago. In the ensuing seven days, with the help of the detective that he had
hired, Jounouchi had formulated a plan, perfected his disguise, and had even
tested it out the day before by going into the Kami Game Shop.� He knew the disguise was good when, after
ten minutes of harassment, his best friend hadn�t had a clue about whom he was-
until he�d pulled off the wig and had started talking with his own voice.� Jounouchi rubbed his hand along his now
beard covered jaw line; the memory of Yugi tearing it away from his face
yesterday, still elicited a painful wince.�
Once Yugi was convinced that he was, indeed, Jounouchi, he had wanted to
know why his friend had put together such an elaborate disguise, and would not
accept the blonde�s lame excuse that he was trying out his Halloween costume.
In June?� However, he didn�t push the
issue when Jounouchi replied that it was something very personal that he didn�t
want to talk about at the moment.� He�d
been on the verge of spilling his guts, but had been unable to say out loud,
�Seto is cheating on me, and I�m gonna find out with who�.�

He�d left the
game shop with the assurance from Yugi that if, or when he wanted to talk, his
friend would be there for him.� So far
he had yet to take him up on the offer, and considering what he had just
learned, he probably never would. He wasn�t keeping his mouth shut out of any
sense of loyalty to the lying, cheating, son of a bitch, but more to keep his
own pride intact.� It had been
humiliating enough for him when he�d first begun to suspect and then to learn
for ~sure~ that his partner was cheating on him, but then to find out that it
was in a public forum where anyone could and did watch was more than Jounouchi
could wrap his head around.� And what
the freak liked to do- ~that~ had the blond totally arse holed. His lover was a
true bottom, but still, Jounouchi never would have guessed that Seto was into
~that~ if he hadn�t seen it with his own eyes.�
He would have completely missed the brunet�erm mauve-head� if he hadn�t
of known what to look for�his disguise had altered him that much.� His lover�s lean, lithe form was not enough
to give him away, as the club had been crawling with men of a similar stature
in various stages of undress.� At least
the asshole was completely disguised in that club, as were most of the people
there.� Before Jounouchi had left for
Darkest Secrets tonight, he had stopped by Seto�s office to take an inventory
of the wigs; he couldn�t count on his lover looking as he had the week before,
when the detective had followed him.

A few weeks
prior, Jounouchi had been digging around in a closet in Seto�s office at Kaiba
Corp, looking for a shirt of his that had been left behind after one of their
many trysts on Seto�s desk. He never found it, but he had come across a large
rubber storage container at the back of the closet.� He�d been almost certain that his shirt wouldn�t be in there, but
he�d lifted the lid anyway.� When he
did, he had been surprised at its contents; he had assumed that it would have
been full documents or something.�
Instead, he�d found an array of wigs �some were synthetic and crazy
coloured, while others were more realistic and made from human hair.� Underneath the wigs was a collection of
thongs in different colours, glittery sandals, and a black rubber bodysuit with
red inserts on sides that looked like a scuba diving skin, except that the seat
was cut out of it.� He could admit that
he�d been more than turned on by his find, but then almost immediately he�d
begun to wonder why Seto had never shared this with him.� He�d continued to dig and had found a
fishing tackle box full of stage make-up, rubber face prosthetics, and three
different colours of contact lenses.�
His first instinct had been to confront Seto about the box, but on
further reflection he�d decided to not say a word and to try to get to the
bottom of it himself.� There had been
whispers in his mind that Seto was up to something and, now that he was sure
about it, he was determined to find out exactly what ~it~ was.�

Deciding that
he�d had enough of the alleyway, Jounouchi made his way back to the main
street, casting one last look at the remnants of the wig, and hesitating for a
moment before walking on.� The events of
the last week continued to loop in his head; he wasn�t ready to try and process
what he had seen earlier.� The detective
he�d hired had phoned him last Thursday morning with the news that he had been
able to track Seto to Darkest Secrets, but because of their stringent, members�
only rule, he had not been able to get inside. Jounouchi had decided at that
moment that he would join the club and see for himself just what his partner
was doing every Wednesday night, until the wee hours of Thursday morning.� He looked down at his disguise, still quite
pleased with it.� At first glance he
looked like a middle-aged salary man.�
His blond hair had been covered with the now dead salt and pepper wig,
he had worn a body vest that added twenty pounds to his mid-section, and he had
played around with the prosthetic noses, choosing one that was broader than his
own.� He�d opted for full facial hair,
and the only touch of flash he�d allowed himself was a pair contact lenses
designed with the yellow and black biohazard symbol.� He�d bought everything himself, except for the wig and nose;
those he had taken from Seto�s box of tricks.�
A part of him had hoped that Seto would notice the missing items and
begin to get nervous.� As far as
Jounouchi could tell, his lover had never felt any shame about what he was
doing.� As he pondered the last few
months, he couldn�t recall Seto ever behaving like a man with a guilty
conscience.� He�d certainly not received
any extravagant gifts out of the blue. He hadn�t been able to pinpoint exactly
when his lover had started to stray, but upon reflection, he would guess that
it had been at least a six weeks since the brunet had begun to have �meetings�
every Wednesday night.� The blond didn�t
doubt that this had started earlier, but it hadn�t been with the same frequency
as it was now.� For all he knew, Seto
could have been doing it the whole time that they�d been seeing each other.� He often worked late, and frequently
cancelled dates, but it was only when he�d stopped bitching about the long
drawn out meetings, or the incompetents that worked for him that Jounouchi had
begun to get suspicious. Then he started to notice that the Wednesday night
meetings were the only ones that Seto didn�t talk about at all.��

He�d been
walking without direction, and he cursed out loud when he recognized one of the
corner posts of the fence encompassing the Kaiba estate.�� Shit, he hadn�t meant to come home.� He supposed it didn�t matter; he could just
sleep in another room. Kaiba wouldn�t notice that he wasn�t there anyway,
Jounouchi thought dejectedly.� He never
did on Wednesday nights; his lover would crawl into bed, and keep his back to
Jounouchi until he fell asleep.� Walking
toward the imposing mansion, the blonde�s feet dragged as he prolonged his
approach; he really didn�t want to go in there tonight.� He�d just made up his mind to go crash at
Yugi�s when the path in front of him was illuminated by a set of headlights
behind him.� He swore and thought about
diving into bushes that lined the driveway, but he was just a second too late.
The limo had stopped and the back door swung open.� Wonderful! How was he going to explain his attire?� �Fuck it,� he thought as he climbed into the
car; he had nothing to explain, whereas �Mister, I had a fist shoved up my ass
tonight� had a lot to do.

Without saying a
word, Jounouchi sat down opposite Seto and stared at the floor.� Gone were the gold lame thongs that had
adorned those feet earlier; they had been replaced with the respectable black
leather dress shoes that he was more accustomed to seeing his lover wear.� Jounouchi didn�t need to look to know that
the mane of flowing mauve hair had disappeared as well, but he wondered about
the purple patent g-string; did the asshole still have that on?� However, the thought did ~not~ turn him on;
he was too pissed off and hurt, and the memory of his lover bent over a
sawhorse, the look of pure ecstasy on his face, one that Jounouchi knew ~he�d~
never been able to put there, did anything ~but~ excite him. The hurt and
confused blond couldn�t stop himself from blurting out, �Why the hell couldn�t
you tell me what you liked?� What�s
wrong with me?� He hopped out of the limo as it rolled to a stop at the front
doors, leaving a perplexed Seto to follow in his wake.

Once inside the
house, Seto had gathered his wits enough to question Jounouchi about why he was
walking instead of driving his car, and why was he dressed so peculiarly.

�I�m dressed
peculiarly?� Me?� he sputtered.� �Wha�What about that get up you had on
earlier?�

�I don�t know
what you�re talking about, Jounouchi.� I
was in meetings all evening, and I�m tired.�

�Meetings?� Is that what they�re callin� it these days?
Funny, because from where I was standing it looked like something ya�d call
handballin�.�� Jounouchi felt little
satisfaction as a look of abject horror flashed momentarily in his
soon-to-be-dead partner�s eyes.� �Yeah
that�s right, lover boy, I know exactly what you�ve been up to, or more to the
point, what�s been up you, every Wednesday night.� Care to explain?�

�Not
particularly, since this doesn�t concern you.��
Seto appeared to recover miraculously from his shock of moments ago, and
now his words practically dripped with ice.

His lover�s cold
attitude set Jounouchi off on another tirade.�
�It doesn�t concern me? You have got to be kidding!�� He grabbed Seto by the scruff of his shirt
and pushed him up against the wall. �First off, you�re cheating on me, and that
concerns me.� Secondly, you�re doing
something that could cause me to get sick, and thirdly, you� you� you�re
cheating on me, you bastard!��

�No, Jounouchi,
I�m not.� Kaiba was the epitome of calm as he wrapped his hands around his
lover�s wrists, and extricated them from his shirt.� �I would never endanger your health, my top always wears
protection, and I�m checked regularly.�
You�re making too much of this. I have a need that you are unable to fulfill
because you find the practice disgusting.�
I�ve found a way�

�Hold on a sec;
you�re talking like we�ve had this discussion before, and I know for a fact
that we haven�t.� I may not be a genius
like you, but I think that even ~I~ would remember ~you~ telling ~me~ that
you�d like me to shove my fist up your ass.�

�Do you have to
be so crass?�

�Yeah, I do, and
don�t change the subject.� So refresh my
memory.� Jounouchi waved his hands around airily. �When exactly did this
conversation happen?�

�Oh come on
now.� It was when we took in that
Mapplethorpe exhibition in New York last year, and afterwards you bought a book
of his photographs.� Do you remember
your reaction when you saw ~that~ picture?�

Jounouchi knew
exactly what picture Seto was talking about.�
It was of a man in a position very similar to the one that he had seen
his lover in earlier. �Sure. And then, like now, there�s no way, no how that I
would ~ever~ let anyone do that to me.�
But, I never, ever said that I found the practice disgusting.� If I remember correctly, that was our whole
conversation on the subject, because then you changed it to something else.�
Suddenly a light bulb went on. �waaaiiit a fuckin� minute.� You mean you used ~that~ as justification
for screwing around on me?� It never
entered your head to ask me how I would feel about doing it to you?�

�I didn�t need
to, Jounouchi, I�ve been with you long enough to know that, as passionate and
as willing as you are, your flavour is definitely vanilla.�

Incredulous,
Jounouchi stood with his mouth hanging open for a full minute before he started
shaking his head slowly. �No, I don�t think so, Seto.� I don�t think that you ~wanted~ to bring it up with me. I think
the whole aspect of sneakin� around behind my back, and then doin� something so
shocking in public was a thrill for you, and not once did you think of the
effect that it would have on me, or if ya did, ya didn�t care.� And, what about your brother, or your
company? Did ya think of the damage that could be done if something like this
ever got out?� And before you even think
of accusing me of threatening to go public, I�m not.� But things like this have a way of getting out, and you know
it.��

The hallway was
shrouded with a heavy curtain of silence; the ticking of a clock somewhere off
in the distance was the only sound.�
Jounouchi stood with his arms crossed over his chest, and for the first
time that he could ever remember, Seto couldn�t look him in the eyes.� The brunet kept his riveted to the floor,
and just when Jounouchi thought that the silence would eat him alive, Seto
finally lifted his face to look at his lover.�
His was awash with shame, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a
whisper of its normal confident timber.�
�You know that this is not about us, and it has nothing to do with how I
feel about you. I don�t have any feelings for my top; I don�t even know his
real name, nor does he know who I am.�

�And that�s
supposed to make me feel better?� You�re
a real piece of work, I gotta give ya that much,� Jounouchi scoffed and then
started up the stairs with his lover following close behind.� �I want to believe you when you say that
there is no connection between you and the guy�it is just one guy, and not a
different one every week?�� At Seto�s
mumbled yes, Jounouchi continued, �But at the moment I don�t know, Seto; this
is too much for me to handle.� I can�t
decide whether I want to rip your heart out and shove it up your ass, or kiss
you and tell you that I�ll get over it.��
He stopped at the door to one of the manor�s many spare bedrooms, and as
he opened it he said, �I�m staying in here for tonight. I�m not rushing into
anything, but I can�t sleep with you either.��
He stepped inside and closed the door in his lover�s face.� Two seconds later, the door opened, and
Jounouchi�s head popped out.� �Good
night, Seto,� he said, and then kissed him on the cheek before disappearing
behind the door again.

TBC

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