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Disclaimer: All Yu-Gi-Oh! characters and references belong
to their respective owners. Story elements © Hideki LaShae. No money was gained
in the writing of this story.

Love Taps
By
Hideki LaShae

            Jounouchi
walks into the Kame Game Shop accompanied by the jingling of the bell on the
door.
            Anzu,
Honda, and Yugi jump up from behind the counter and yell, “Happy birthday!”
            Jounouchi
shouts in surprise and stumbles back into the closed door. He places his hand
over his heart. “Dammit, guys! You scared me half to death!”
            “Sorry,
Jounouchi,” says Yugi blushing, “but we wanted this party to be a surprise.”
            “Well, you
sure surprised me!”
            “Come on
upstairs,” says Honda, “We have cake and presents waiting.”
            “Cake? I’m
there!” Jounouchi smiles and races up the stairs into the apartment with his
three friends. He sees the cake on the table. “I love you, guys!”
            “Good. Now
let’s eat the cake, and we’ll get on with the rest of the activities,” says
Anzu.
            Jounouchi
hurries to lift the knife and cut the cake into pieces for everyone, taking the
biggest piece for himself. He quickly gobbles down his food and pats his
stomach in satisfaction. “That was a great cake!”
            “Okay, now
you should open your presents!” exclaims Yugi indicating the stack of gifts
beside what’s left of the cake.
            Egged on by
all his friends, Jounouchi opens the gifts.
            “We have
one last gift for you,” says Honda wrapping his arm around Jounouchi and
punching him in the stomach, “It’s a traditional American gift. Since your
mother was American, we thought it would be fitting.”
            Jounouchi
gasps and keels over.
            Honda
quickly ties Jounouchi’s hands behind his back with a rope to subdue him.
            “What the
fuck?” shouts Jounouchi before Honda gags him with a cloth.
            “Are you
sure we should do this?” asks Yugi seeing the betrayed look in Jounouchi’s
eyes.
            “It’s
tradition,” says Honda, “It’s not like we’re killing him.”
            “Besides,
he’ll enjoy it. He’s a self-proclaimed masochist,” says Anzu reaching down to
lower the zipper of Jounouchi’s jeans.
            Jounouchi tries
to struggle as Anzu lowers his jeans to reveal his boxers with the golden
Labrador puppy print.
            “Ladies
first, Anzu,” says Honda holding Jounouchi still.
            “Help me
keep count, Yugi.” Anzu steps behind Jounouchi and quickly slaps one ass cheek.
            “One.”
            Anzu
continues to spank Jounouchi’s barely clad bottom.
            “Twenty-one.
That’s enough, Anzu,” says Yugi.
            “You want
to go next, Yugi?” asks Honda.
            “No. I
can’t do it. Jounouchi’s our friend. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
            “It’s just
a silly tradition, Yugi. If you don’t want to do it, then fine. I’ll do it for
you,” says Honda, “Twenty-one from you and twenty-one from me. Keep count
okay.”
            Yugi looks
at the tears in Jounouchi’s eyes. “Stop this! We shouldn’t be doing this!”
            “Come on,
Yugi. We’re not hurting him! He’s enjoying it,” says Anzu as Honda starts to
spank Jounouchi as hard as he can. She keeps count for him.
            “Please,
stop!” exclaims Yugi letting his own tears fall from his eyes.
            “Four,
five, six,” counts Anzu.
            Yugi grabs
Honda’s hand. “Stop!”
            Honda
shakes Yugi off, and he continues to slap Jounouchi’s ass.
            “Stop it!”
screams Yugi.
            “Twenty-one,”
says Anzu.
            “That’s
enough!” exclaims Yugi, “You both have done what you wanted. Now let him go!”
            “Okay, but
you forfeit your chance to spank the birthday boy.” Honda unties Jounouchi, and
he pulls the gag from the blond’s mouth.
            “You
god-damned bastards!” Jounouchi yanks his pants up and zips them quickly as he
runs from the room.
            “Jounouchi,
I’m sorry!” yells Yugi after him.
            Jounouchi
runs out the game shop door and down the street as fast as he can. He doesn’t
stop running until he reaches a deserted alley far from any place his friends
might look for him. He chooses this place to collapse to his knees and lets his
tears flow down like rain.
            Further
down the alley, a door opens and footsteps echo slightly off the surrounding
walls.
            Jounouchi
doesn’t even bother to look up when the black boots of the man stop in front of
him.
            “Do you
think you could get out of the alley? I don’t want to run over you with my
car.”
            Jounouchi
gasps when he recognizes the voice, and he looks up into the azure gaze of
Kaiba.
            Kaiba
blinks once in surprise. “Jounouchi? What are you doing here? I heard your
friends were planning some get-together at the game shop.”
            “What
friends?” Jounouchi rubs the tears from his eyes and hiccups. “What are you
doing here, Kaiba? Did you come to kick me when I’m down?”
            “I happen
to work here,” says Kaiba, “You’re leaning against the side of Kaiba Corp. I
always leave through the back parking garage or through this side alley. I
avoid the press and fans that way. Now that you know why I’m here, would you
like to tell me why you are?”
            “My ex-friends
had a little birthday surprise for me,” says Jounouchi, “I didn’t appreciate it
so I left.”
            “Birthday?
Right. This is your twenty-first birthday today, isn’t it?” replies Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
hangs his head as he hiccups and sobs at the same time. “Ow…”
            “I don’t
have a present for you, but I’ll buy you a drink. Come on. My car’s this way,” says
Kaiba turning and walking deeper into the alley.
            “Huh?”
            “Get up and
come get in the car,” says Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
slowly rises and walks towards Kaiba, finally spotting the midnight blue car
parked against the side of the building.
            Kaiba opens
the driver’s side door. “The door’s unlocked. Hop in.”
            Jounouchi
opens the passenger door and slides into the seat with a wince.
            Kaiba
notices the grimace as he slides into his own seat. “Are you all right?”
            “I guess…”
Jounouchi looks away from Kaiba.
            “Buckle up,
please.”
            Jounouchi
wraps the seatbelt around himself.
            Kaiba
buckles himself in before starting the engine.
            “What ever
happened to the asshole you used to be?”
            “Would you
rather I be an asshole and call you a mutt again, Jounouchi?” asks Kaiba throwing
the car into gear and moving down the alley.
            “Well, not
really,” says Jounouchi, “Just wondering, I guess.” He hiccups again.
            “Try
holding your breath…”
            “Huh?”
            “Your
hiccups. Try holding your breath,” explains Kaiba watching out of the corner of
his eye as Jounouchi takes a deep breath and holds it, “Mokuba says I’ve
mellowed out with age. Getting out of high school and being able to spend my
days working so that I have evenings free has helped me relax a lot more than I
could when I was taking classes in the day and running a business at night.”
            Jounouchi
releases his breath with a sigh. “I can see where that would definitely help.
How is Mokuba anyway?”
            “Mokuba’s
doing fine. He’s sixteen now, and he’s started dating. His girlfriend is nice
and sweet. I can’t complain about his taste,” says Kaiba, “So I don’t see him
as frequently as I’d like, but I can’t hold onto him forever.”
            “Got to let
go sometime. I did the same thing for Shizuka when she decided she just had
to date the cute boy going to the brother high to her all girls school,” says
Jounouchi, “but she seems very happy with him.”
            Kaiba pulls
the car to a stop in front of a set of gates, and he rolls down his window to
punch in some numbers on the control panel for the gate.
            “Um… Kaiba,
where are you taking me?” asks Jounouchi.
            “To my
house. I said I’d buy you a drink,” says Kaiba, “and I have any drink you could
possibly want in my liqueur cabinet already.” He pauses and looks over at
Jounouchi. “Would you rather I had taken you to a bar?”
            “Oh, no!
Your place is fine!” exclaims Jounouchi blushing slightly as he looks away from
Kaiba.
            “Good,”
says Kaiba as the gates open, and he drives the car up to the front of the
house and around to a garage along the side. He parks the car and turns the
engine off. “We’ll go in through the side door.”
            Jounouchi
nods as he unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs from the car with another wince.
            Kaiba gets
out of the car and walks over to Jounouchi. “Are you all right?”
            Jounouchi
lowers his eyes. “I’ll be fine.”
            “If you
insist,” says Kaiba leading Jounouchi into the mansion via the servants’
entrance to the kitchen, “Did you want anything to eat with your drink? I
haven’t had dinner yet. You could join me if you want.”
            Jounouchi’s
stomach growls.
            “I’ll take
that as a yes,” says Kaiba chuckling as he moves over to the refrigerator, “Do
you know how to cook?” He opens the door and looks inside.
            “I know a
little,” says Jounouchi.
            Kaiba
raises an eyebrow at the contents of the refrigerator, and he pulls out two
stacked casserole dishes with a note taped on top. He reads the note quickly.
“I guess it doesn’t matter. Mokuba took his girlfriend out to dinner, so you
can just have the dinner that the chef prepared for him. Do you like Italian
food? It looks like Lasagna with Veal Parmesan. If you don’t like it, we could
always make something else.”
            “I like
Italian,” says Jounouchi, “My stomach isn’t that picky about food.”
            Kaiba opens
the dishes on his way to the oven, and he turns the oven on to preheat. He
places the dishes on a baking sheet and slides them into the still cold oven.
He starts the timer. “We’ll need to come back in about a half hour to start the
bread and make the salad, but by the time we finish all that, we’ll be able to
eat. Would you like to help me pick a wine to have with dinner?”
            “I don’t
know anything about wine,” says Jounouchi.
            “I could
teach you,” says Kaiba, “I’m not a sommelier, but I know a thing or two about
wine.”
            Jounouchi
flushes with embarrassment.
            “A
sommelier is a wine expert,” says Kaiba, “It’s a French term. You normally
don’t hear it in everyday conversation, unless you’re really interested in the
culinary world.” He opens a door to reveal a staircase going down. “Come with
me into the wine cellar.”
            Jounouchi
follows Kaiba down the darkened staircase. “How is the company doing anyway? I
heard you were planning some sort of school…”
            “A Duelists
Academy,” says Kaiba turning on the light in the cellar when he reaches the
bottom of the stairs, “Everything’s going good. Kaiba Corp stocks are up. The
Duelist Academy is looking promising. There’s lots of interest.”
            “That’s
good,” says Jounouchi smiling.
            “What about
you? What have you done since we left high school? I haven’t seen much of you,
Jounouchi.”
            “I went to
community college. I got an Associate of Arts degree. I didn’t know what I
wanted to study, but the A.A. degree would transfer into a four year school as
an actual degree and not just classes,” says Jounouchi, “but I couldn’t figure
out what I wanted to study in. Then I ran out of money, so I couldn’t go on to
more schooling anyway. I work in a retail outlet. I have my own apartment, and
since Shizuka’s going to high school here, she’s living with me. Mom sends me
the amount of money the school charges for room and board. She figures that
should be enough for me to house and feed her since the school could do it.
We’re doing okay. She hasn’t gone hungry yet. Although she does most of the
cooking. I can only make a few things. She had a date tonight. I told her it
was okay because she and I celebrated my birthday last weekend and my friends
had a gathering for me tonight.”
            “Do you
want to talk about what happened with your friends?”
            “Not right
now. Can we just pick a wine and get out of the dark?”
            Kaiba nods
and starts telling Jounouchi about the differences between white and red, sweet
and dry, and what types of food they would complement. “For you, I think we’ll
want something sweet.”
            A faint
blush graces Jounouchi’s cheeks as he watches Kaiba select a red wine.
            “Okay,
let’s go back up and finish making dinner,” says Kaiba grabbing a wine bucket
on the way back to the staircase.
            Jounouchi
climbs the stairs first, and Kaiba follows after turning off the lights.
            “Why don’t
you start chopping up vegetables for the salad? There’s a cutting board beneath
the knife block.” Kaiba places the bottle in the refrigerator to chill
slightly, and he fills the bucket with ice. He opens the freezer and pulls out
a bag containing prepared breadsticks.
            Jounouchi
finds the cutting board and a good knife for chipping lettuce. Then he heads to
the refrigerator and pulls out a bushel of romaine lettuce. He rinses it with
cool water before carrying it over to the cutting board and starting to dice it
into almost bite-sized pieces.
            Kaiba
places the breadsticks onto a baking sheet and slides it into the oven on a
different rack than the casserole dishes. Then he gets some vegetables from the
crisper, rinses them carefully, grabs his own cutting board and a knife, and he
stands beside Jounouchi as he starts to slice the small tomatoes in half. “Do
you like your cucumber peeled?”
            “It doesn’t
matter,” says Jounouchi.
            “I’ll peel
it then,” says Kaiba cutting the cucumber in half before peeling one section.
            Jounouchi
finishes chopping the lettuce. “What should we be putting this in?”
            “Oh, there
should be some bowls in the cabinet above your head. Grab down one of the
larger ones,” says Kaiba quartering the cucumber before starting to slice it.
            Jounouchi
opens the cabinet and grabs down the stack of bowls. He separates them to get
the second largest bowl out then he returns the stack to the cabinet and closes
the door. He rakes the lettuce into the bowl. He takes the carrots from in
front of Kaiba. “Do you want the carrots peeled?”
            “No. Unless
you want them that way.”
            “Okay. I
won’t peel them,” says Jounouchi. He sets the carrots on the cutting board and
starts to slice them quickly.
            “You’re
very handy with a knife,” says Kaiba, “You cut them so quickly.”
            “Yeah… I’m
used to handling knives,” says Jounouchi, “Back when I was in the gang, before
I met Yugi and everybody… Let’s just say I didn’t have hands. I had knives.”
            “Have you
ever decided what you want to do with your future?” Kaiba finishes cutting the
cucumbers. He puts the cucumbers and the tomatoes into the bowl of lettuce.
“What else do you like in your salad? Turnip? Mushrooms? Onion? Celery? Leek?”
            “Any other
options?”
            Kaiba
chuckles. “What about cheese or croutons? And dressing? What flavor salad
dressing do you like?”
            “I like
cheese. I love cheddar. Croutons are okay too, I guess. I usually don’t have
them, and bread doesn’t stay in my house long enough for me to need to make
croutons out of it. As for dressing, I guess I like ranch best,” says
Jounouchi.
            “Oh, that
should be enough carrot,” says Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
nods and puts the carrots into the bowl. He helps Kaiba gather the unused
vegetables and return them to the refrigerator.
            “I like
ranch dressing best myself,” says Kaiba pulling out a bottle of dressing and a
bag of pre-shredded cheese. His arm lightly brushes against Jounouchi’s as he
passes him. “And I also love cheddar.”
            A jolt of
electricity courses through Jounouchi’s body from the simple touch, and he
blushes an intense shade of red.
            Kaiba adds
the cheese and the dressing to the bowl, and he gets the salad tongs to toss
the salad to mix all the ingredients together. He gets out the dishes they’ll
need for dinner and sets them beside the salad bowl. He pulls the wine bottle
from the refrigerator and places it into the bucket of melting ice.
            The timer
beeps.
            Kaiba grabs
the oven mitt and slips it on before opening the oven door and pulling out both
baking sheets one at a time and placing them atop the stove. He closes the
door. “Would you bring me the dinner plates over here and hold them while I
serve?”
            “Sure,”
says Jounouchi moving to grab the larger of the plates and carrying them over
to Kaiba who now holds a spatula.
            Kaiba
scoops up all the contents from one of the casserole dishes onto the plate in Jounouchi’s
right hand before doing the same to the other dish and the plate in the blond’s
left hand. “Now, could you bring over the bread basket?”
            “Okay.”
Jounouchi walks over to place the plates down beside the salad and grab the
cloth-lined basket. He returns to Kaiba and holds the basket while the brunet
dishes all the breadsticks into the basket.
            “Now, let’s
take everything into the dining room, and we can eat,” says Kaiba grabbing the
wine bucket and moving to grab the salad. “We’ll probably need to make two
trips.”
            Jounouchi
grabs the other set of dishes and silverware and follows Kaiba into the
adjacent dining room.
            Kaiba sets
the food and wine down and helps Jounouchi set the table. He pulls a lighter
from his pocket and clicks it on to light the three candles on the center of
the table.
            “I’ll head
back for the rest of dinner,” says Jounouchi turning towards the kitchen and
going back for their dinner plates. He returns after just a second and sets the
plates down in front of the two opposing chairs.
            “Wine
glasses,” says Kaiba heading back into the kitchen. He comes back into the room
holding two wine glasses, and he sets them down on the table. He makes a show
of opening the wine bottle and pouring up the red liquid into the two glasses.
            “Do you
always carry a lighter with you? I didn’t know you smoked.”
            “I don’t
smoke, but many of the people I work with do. I carry a lighter with me so that
I can light their cigarettes for them in case they forget their own lighter.”
            “Oh,” says
Jounouchi as Kaiba places the bottle back into the bucket of ice.
            “You sit
here,” says Kaiba touching the high back of a padded chair, “This chair is more
comfortable.”
            “Are you
saying you have a piece of furniture in this house that is uncomfortable?” asks
Jounouchi with widening eyes. “I would think with the amount of money you have
that everything would be comfortable.”
            “No, not
everything. You don’t want guests to stay longer than they are welcome, so
guest rooms are not as comfortable as the master bedrooms,” says Kaiba, “and as
for these chairs. They are all comfortable, but the padding on the seat cushion
on that one is softer and in more supply than this one. You’ve been wincing
every time you sit, so I figured it would be more comfortable for you.”
            “You’ve really
caught me off guard, Kaiba,” says Jounouchi, “You’re being so nice to me. I
don’t know what to think right now.”
            “Then don’t
think. If you don’t know what to make of this situation, then don’t think about
it,” says Kaiba serving up some salad onto each of the salad plates before
sitting down across from Jounouchi’s chair, “Everything will make sense later
when you need it to.”
            Jounouchi
sits down in the chair with a wince.
            “I would
like to know what happened to you when you’re ready to tell me.”
            “My friends
are assholes,” says Jounouchi.
            “I thought
I was the only person who thought that.”
            Jounouchi
chuckles. “I like pain.”
            “I don’t
understand.”
            “I like
pain. I get off on it. I’m a masochist.”
            “All
right,” says Kaiba lifting his fork and taking a bite of his salad.
            “What? No
witty comments?” Jounouchi lifts his plate and fork and takes a big bite of his
salad.
            Kaiba
scoffs. “Why would I hassle you about your sexual preferences? Every person has
their own special needs when it comes to intimacy, and it’s not my place to
judge anyone based upon that.”
            “Yeah,
well, my friends all know that I’m a masochist. I haven’t exactly tried to hide
it,” says Jounouchi, “but I think maybe I should have.”
            Kaiba sets
his fork down on his plate. “Did they hurt you?”
            Jounouchi
nods.
            “What did
they do?”
            Jounouchi
takes a big drink of his wine. “Did you know that it’s an American custom to
spank the person on their birthday? One spank for every year of their life, and
it’s not just light spankings either. You’re supposed to do it as hard as you
can.”
            “I was not
aware of that custom. It seems… barbaric,” says Kaiba.
            “It isn’t
widely practiced anymore. It was more common in the forties to maybe the
sixties,” says Jounouchi. He takes another bite of his salad before continuing,
“My mother’s family was from America. So my friends thought that since I’m part
American and a masochist, it would be appropriate for them to bring back that
custom. Honda immobilized me, and Anzu removed my pants. You get a better
effect when you’re only spanking through the soft cotton of boxers versus
denim. Anzu and Honda took turns spanking me. Yugi was trying to get them to
let me go, but they wouldn’t listen. After Honda was done, they released me,
and I ran off as fast as I could.”
            “Fucking
assholes!” exclaims Kaiba, “How could they do that to you?”
            “They
figured that since I’m a self-proclaimed masochist that I would enjoy it.”
            “Did you
enjoy it? Did you get off on it?”
            “Hell no! I
didn’t even get aroused!” exclaims Jounouchi, “They tied me up so I couldn’t
fight back, and they gagged me so I couldn’t yell for help! All I could do was
cry!”
            “And yet
they continued on?”
            Jounouchi
nods.
            Kaiba
growls. “Bastards!”
            “Can we
just eat and forget I said anything?” whimpers Jounouchi.
            “I’m sorry
to make you remember,” says Kaiba, “Let’s eat.”
            “Thank
you,” says Jounouchi lifting his dinner fork and starting to cut up his veal.
            “Have you
ever decided what you want to do with your future?” Kaiba lifts his dinner fork
and starts to cut his lasagna up into smaller pieces.
            “I don’t
know what I want to do,” says Jounouchi grabbing a breadstick from the basket
and placing it on his plate, “I know that I don’t want to make retail my life,
and I don’t want to go to school for business administration. Running a
business isn’t for everybody, and I just don’t think it’s right for me. I love
to duel, and I love to eat. I don’t know enough about food styles and
techniques and stuff to be a food critic, although that would be a nice job for
me. But I really love to duel! I can’t depend on the pro circuit to make enough
money to support my family though.”
            “Your
family? Do you have a lover? Children?”
            “Oh, no! I
meant Shizuka! My little sis is the only family I have right now! I’m gay so I
definitely don’t have any children, and I haven’t had a boyfriend in the last
year and a half, I think.”
            “If you
could have any job in the world, what would you do?” asks Kaiba, “Forget about
the education required for it, just imagine… pretend that you know everything.
You certainly act like you do already. What do you want to do?”
            Jounouchi
eats several pieces of his veal and lasagna before answering. “I would like a
job where I could duel everyday, and where I could cook all that fancy food you
see on the cooking shows with the cute little spiraled vegetables and the
swirls of sauce on the edges of the plate for decoration and taste! That’s what
I would like.”
            Kaiba
smiles. “I would like to see that.”
            “Well, it’s
not going to happen. I can’t afford to go to school,” says Jounouchi, “I need
to work forty hours a week just to keep up with our lifestyle. I don’t have
extra money for tuition or books or anything, and I had looked into financial
aid. I wouldn’t get enough to be able to go to school. Until Shizuka’s out on
her own… my future will have to wait.”
            “How do you
feel about kids?”
            “Oh, Kaiba,
do you want to have children with me?” jokes Jounouchi with a smile.
            “Maybe, but
that’s beside the point.” A light blush graces Kaiba’s cheeks. “Answer the
question.”
            “I’ve
always had a soft spot in my heart for children,” says Jounouchi taking a sip
of his wine, “I like kids. They’re always so… spontaneous. You never know what
to expect from them!”
            “I know
that you weren’t willing to accept my help when we left high school, but would
you be willing to accept it now?”
            Jounouchi
finishes swallowing the last bite of his veal before answering, “What do you
mean? How could you know that I wouldn’t accept help from you three years ago?
You never offered me any help!”
            Kaiba’s
eyes widen. “Have you forgotten already?”
            “Forgotten
what?” Jounouchi sets his fork down and stares into Kaiba’s azure eyes.
            “I offered
to help you find a nice job with in-house training so that you could earn
enough money to move out on your own, and you refused me. I believe your exact
words to me were ‘I wouldn’t accept help from an arrogant bastard like you if
you were the last fucking jackass on the planet!’ I wasn’t trying to patronize
you when I offered to help,” says Kaiba before draining his wine glass.
            “I haven’t
forgotten that, Kaiba! That never happened!” exclaims Jounouchi.
            “It did
happen…”
            “When?”
            “It was
mid-summer after graduation…”
            “Where did
we have this conversation? I don’t remember seeing you at all that summer!”
            “We didn’t
see each other. I got your email address from Motou. He passed it along to
Mokuba,” says Kaiba, “and I emailed you with the offer.”
            “I never
got it.”
            Kaiba
scoffs.
            “No, I’m
serious! I never got any email from anyone other than Shizuka. I didn’t have a
computer that summer, but Honda let me use his. Together, we set up an email
address for me. We both knew the login information. He would check my email
every morning for me to see if Shizuka had sent something, and he’d call me if
he got any mail from her. But I didn’t get any mail from anyone else. He told
me that he cleared away all the junk mail so that I would only see Shizuka’s
mail,” explains Jounouchi, “He must have read your letter, responded to it, and
deleted it so I wouldn’t see it.”
            “That would
make sense. You said a lot of vicious things in your letters back to me,” says
Kaiba, “Words that I never once believed would ever come from your lips, but
they sounded like they came from you…”
            “What
words?”
            “I knew you
were gay. Motou mentioned it once to me, but he made me swear never to tell
anyone. So I never thought you would ever call me a faggot, but in one of your
letters, you did,” says Kaiba.
            “A faggot?
That was definitely Honda. I hate that word! He’s the only one of my friends
who doesn’t know that I’m gay,” says Jounouchi, “He had an unfortunate
experience once where a gay guy kissed him, and he’s been homophobic ever
since. He swears up and down that every gay guy in the universe is after his
ass.”
            Kaiba
chuckles. “Not likely! If he had said every gay guy was after your ass
it would be more believable.”
            Jounouchi
blushes deep red, and he drinks the rest of his wine. “What do you mean? Me?”
            “I’ll pour
us some more wine,” says Kaiba grabbing the bottle from the ice bucket and
refilling the glasses. “It was a game I played with my lovers. I asked them a
question… Excluding me, which duelist would you most want to get into your bed?
Your name came up more often than not. You’re at the top of many people’s
lists.”
            Jounouchi
busies himself with finishing the food on his dinner plate, and he pulls his
salad plate closer.
            “I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
            “That’s
okay… So where’s your lover now?” asks Jounouchi.
            “I don’t
have a lover at the moment.” Kaiba takes a breadstick and eats it quickly. He
lifts his fork and brings a bite of lasagna to his mouth.
            “Oh, I’m
sorry…”
            “I’m not.
It leaves me open to pursue my interests.”
            “What
interests would that be?” Jounouchi looks genuinely curious as he stares at
Kaiba.
            “Doesn’t
matter,” says Kaiba.
            They both
finish their meal within the next few moments of silence.
            “Shall we
take the wine into the living room and relax?” asks Kaiba.
            “Sounds
great.”
            Kaiba pours
the last of the wine into their two glasses, and he grabs his glass as he stands.
“It’s this way.”
            Jounouchi
stands up and grabs his glass. He follows Kaiba out of the dining room and into
another room.
            “What would
you have done if I had asked you out on a date after our graduation?” asks
Kaiba sitting down on the loveseat and leaning back against it.
            Jounouchi
sets his wineglass down on the table and lays on his stomach on the couch. “I
would have thought it was a joke. We didn’t get along in high school, if you
remember.”
            “But what
if I was serious?”
            “Hmm… I
wouldn’t know if you were serious or not. I know that I would think of it as a
joke… a way to hurt or humiliate me… but…”
            Kaiba
raises an eyebrow. “But?”
            “I believe
in second chances. I wouldn’t go on a date with you, but I would offer to meet
you as friends and we could see if over time we started to have special
feelings for each other. By offering to meet as friends with the possibility of
more to come, I could find out if you really meant it as a joke or if you were
serious,” says Jounouchi.
            “Are you in
pain?”
            “Huh? Maybe
just a little… And not the good kind of pain either,” says Jounouchi.
            “I’ll be
back. Just relax and drink your wine.” Kaiba stands up and heads out.
            Jounouchi
grabs his wine and gulps the rest of it down. He rests his head on a throw
pillow and closes his eyes.
            Kaiba steps
back into the living room with a bottle of massage oil and an icepack. He walks
over to Jounouchi and brushes the blond hairs away from his closed eyes.
            Jounouchi
opens his eyes and smiles at Kaiba. “Hi, handsome.”
            Kaiba
quirks an eyebrow. “Are you drunk?”
            “I don’t
know. What’s drunk like?”
            “Jounouchi…
if you are drunk, you might kill me for this in the morning, but… I’d like to
help you. Can I see your injury? I might be able to make you feel better,” says
Kaiba quietly, “Will you allow that?”
            “Okay.”
Jounouchi blushes, but he nods his head. He pushes himself to his feet. He
pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His hands tremble a
little as he unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zipper. “Close your eyes… okay?”
            “Of
course,” says Kaiba closing his eyes.
            Jounouchi
pushes his jeans down his legs, and he kicks off his shoes so he can completely
remove his pants. He looks at Kaiba’s closed eyes before lowering his boxers
and lying back down on the couch on his stomach. He says, “You can look now.”
            Kaiba opens
his eyes. He blushes when he sees the nude blond sprawled out on his couch. His
eyes run up and down the lean form appreciatively. He notices the beet red
cheek. He steps towards Jounouchi with the icepack, and he kneels on the floor
beside him. “This might hurt, but I’ll try to be gentle.”
            “I
understand,” mumbles Jounouchi.
            Kaiba
places the icepack on Jounouchi’s reddened ass. “It looks like they only hit
you on one side.”
            “Yeah.”
            “They know
absolutely nothing about masochism, do they?” whispers Kaiba rubbing small
circles with the icepack.
            “No. They
don’t. I don’t think they care really. They know that I like pain when I’m
being intimate with someone, but they have no idea what that means,” says Jounouchi
closing his eyes and relaxing into Kaiba’s touch, “Damn, that’s cold!”
            “I’m trying
to numb the skin so that it doesn’t hurt. Tell me if it gets to be too cold,”
says Kaiba. He slides the icepack around some more and whispers, “I know how to
give you pain, Jounouchi… the kind of pain that will have you coming over and
over and over.”
            Jounouchi
moans.
            Kaiba lifts
the icepack from Jounouchi’s ass. “Is it too cold?”
            “Lay off
the ice for a bit. I can’t feel my ass.”
            Kaiba sets
the icepack aside and places his hand on the offended cheek. He gently massages
small circles into the flesh. He glances at Jounouchi’s closed eyelids for a
long moment before he bends down and presses his lips to the butt cheek.
            Jounouchi’s
eyes snap open, and he jerks his upper body around so that he’s laying half on
his side and half on his stomach. He glares at Kaiba. “Did you… what did you…?”
            Kaiba
smirks before closing his eyes and kissing the chilled flesh again.
            All the
heat in Jounouchi’s body rushes to his cheeks as he blushes feverishly.
            “What would
you like me to do, Jounouchi?” asks Kaiba quietly, “I can give you pain, or I
could give you pleasure. I could even give you both, but you have to ask for
it. I’ll only give you what you want.”
            “Everything.
Give it all to me,” whispers Jounouchi.
            “If at any
point you want me to stop, say Red-Eyes,” says Kaiba, “Okay? Do you
understand?”
            “Red-Eyes
equals stop. Blue-Eyes equals go. I’m ready, Blue-Eyes.”
            Kaiba leans
back, and he grabs the massage oil. He pours some onto his hands and rubs them
together for a moment before placing each one on the mounds of Jounouchi’s
butt. He massages both sides the same. “Are you ready?”
            “Show me
what you’ve got in you, Blue-Eyes,” says Jounouchi, “Let me hear you roar.”

            “You will be the one roaring,
little dragon,” says Kaiba slapping Jounouchi’s uninjured cheek.
            Jounouchi
yelps. “Hey! Who you calling little?”
            “Would you
prefer I call you puppy?” Kaiba massages away the sting from the impact.
            “Not right
now,” says Jounouchi, “but don’t call me little. Dragon is okay…”
            “Fine,
dragon.” Kaiba spanks Jounouchi once more, hitting a different spot on the same
cheek.
            Jounouchi
moans. He counts along to every strike Kaiba places upon his ass, but the
massaging sensations which sooth his flesh almost make him forget the numbers,
especially when Kaiba starts to slip his fingers into the crack to toy lightly
with his entrance and rub the sensitive area in between his balls and his anus.
He whispers, “Twenty-one. R… R… Red… Red-Eyes.”
            Kaiba continues
to massage Jounouchi. “What did you say?”

            “Red-Eyes,” whispers Jounouchi
a little louder.
            Kaiba
removes his hands from Jounouchi’s body.
            “Enough
pain… My erection hurts enough as it is. I need pleasure now… Take me,” says
Jounouchi with a strained voice.
            “Damn…
You’re sexy, dragon!” groans Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
sends a sultry look over his shoulder at Kaiba. “Are you going to take me or
not?”
            “Seto, I’m
home!” Mokuba calls from somewhere in the house in the general direction of the
front door.
            Jounouchi
blushes crimson.
            Kaiba
lowers his body down on top of Jounouchi’s.
            Two people
step into the living room holding hands.
            Kaiba looks
towards the doorway. “Hello, Mokuba, Kawaii-kun. Did you enjoy yourselves on
your date?”
            “Very much
so, Kaiba-sama,” says the brown haired girl with a light pink tinting her
cheeks, “although, apparently, not as much as you.”
            Kaiba
blushes slightly.
            “Who is
that anyway?” asks the black haired boy, “I don’t remember you having any blond
boyfriends…”
            Jounouchi
takes a peek towards the two sixteen-year-olds in the doorway. His eyes widen
when he recognizes the pink dress, waist-long braided hair, and brown eyes of
the girl standing beside the older version of the boy he once knew. “Shizuka?”
            The brown
eyes, so like Jounouchi’s own, widen. “Katsuya?”
            “Shizuka?”
asks Kaiba raising an eyebrow, “Kawaii-kun, are you Jounouchi’s sister?”
            Shizuka
blushes and hangs her head. “Yes. He’s my brother.”
            “I’m sorry
that we didn’t tell you earlier, but you two never really got along before,”
says Mokuba smirking at Kaiba, “and we weren’t sure if you two would let us
date if you knew who our siblings were.”
            “And since
both Mom and I changed our names to her maiden name when we left Dad, we
figured it would be easy to mislead you about who my brother is,” says Shizuka.
She smiles. “So how long have you been sleeping with my brother?”
            Kaiba
strokes Jounouchi’s hair lightly. “Oh, I’d say about fifteen minutes.”
            “Fifteen
minutes?” asks Mokuba glaring at Kaiba, “You didn’t even take him on a date
first, did you? How could you do that to him? And you, Jounouchi…” He turns his
glare to the blushing blond. “I never, ever thought that you would have so
little respect for yourself to just sleep with anybody without even dating them
first! What the hell kind of message is that to be sending your little sister?”
            “Dinner
felt like a date to me,” mumbles Jounouchi. He moves his hand to grab the
digits stroking his hair, and he squeezes Kaiba’s hand.
            “Technically,
Mokuba, tonight was our first date,” says Kaiba, “He met me outside of Kaiba
Corp, and I offered to buy him a drink since it’s his birthday. We came back
here, had dinner and some wonderful conversation, and moved in here.” He
intertwines his fingers with Jounouchi’s.
            “Oh, that’s
better then I guess,” says Mokuba.
            “Treat my
brother well, Kaiba-sama,” says Shizuka, “He has special needs, but I know that
you’ll be able to help him with that.”
            “Hey!
Shizuka! What do you mean, I have special needs?” snaps Jounouchi glaring at
his sister.
            Shizuka
sighs. “You know what I mean, Katsuya. You need something more to get pleasure
out of intimacy. No pain, no gain.”
            Jounouchi
tries to shrink into himself.
            “That’s
enough, Kawaii-kun,” says Kaiba, “Mokuba, why don’t you take your girlfriend up
to your game room?”
            “Can she
stay the night in the guest room, Seto?” asks Mokuba.
            “Consider
it yes for the time being. I’ll talk to Jounouchi about it,” says Kaiba, “Now,
scoot!”
            Shizuka and
Mokuba hurry away giggling.
            “Will you
stay the night with me?” asks Kaiba, “We can finish what we started.”
            “The mood’s
kind of left me.”
            “I
understand. Did you want me to drive you, and your sister, home?”
            “No. We can
stay here, both of us. You’re just going to have to do a bit more to get me
ready for sex again,” says Jounouchi blushing, “I want to… have sex with you. I
just… I’ll need to feel a little more pain. If we wouldn’t have been
interrupted, the spanking would have been enough for me… but I’ve gone limp
now.”
            “You can’t
get it up without pain, can you?” asks Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
shakes his head. “No. I need it.”
            “Then I’ll
give it to you,” says Kaiba slowly rising, “as much as you need.”
            Jounouchi
blushes as he moves to get off the couch and onto his feet.
            “How do you
feel about being ordered around? Treated like a slave?”
            “It’s okay,
I guess. I’ve never gotten off on it, but I’ve been with lovers who’ve had to
act as my master for their own pleasure,” says Jounouchi, “Do you like that
sort of thing?”
            “I’m into
all sorts of things… role-playing different kinks basically. I don’t need any
one or the other, but I can fulfill my lover’s needs,” says Kaiba, “Do you want
to dress before going to my bedroom?”
            “It would
be kind of humiliating to go up like this,” says Jounouchi gathering up his
clothes from the floor, but instead of putting them on, he merely holds them in
front of his privates. “Lead the way.”
            Kaiba nods
and leads Jounouchi up the stairs to his bedroom. He closes and locks the door
once they’re both inside.
            Jounouchi
drops his pile of clothing. “Where do you want me?”
            “Lean over
the edge of the desk.” Kaiba walks into his closet and comes out after ten
minutes wearing a pair of tight leather chaps that leave his genitals hanging
out and carrying a riding crop. “What do you think?”
            Jounouchi looks
over his shoulder from where he leans over the desk. He swallows hard, and his
cock twitches. “You’re huge! I’ve never taken a cock of that size!”
            “If you
keep talking like that, I’m just going to pound into you raw…”
            “Oh, Gods!
Please do!” Jounouchi’s cock starts to rise.
            “You’re
getting aroused, and I haven’t even hurt you yet.”
            “Oh,
please! Hit me! Hurt me! Make me come!”
            Kaiba walks
up behind Jounouchi. “Are you ready?”
            “Yes,” says
Jounouchi.
            Kaiba
strikes Jounouchi’s thighs with the crop. “Tell me if you want it harder.”
            “Yes.
Harder. Hurt me more,” says Jounouchi, “Strike me as hard as you can.”
            Kaiba grips
the crop so hard his knuckles turn white, and he puts all his strength behind a
single blow to Jounouchi’s thighs.
            Jounouchi’s
knees buckle, and he collapses onto the desk. “Fuck!”
            “Are you
okay?” asks Kaiba gently rubbing the forming welt.
            “Fuck!”
Jounouchi gasps. “Damn, you’re strong!”
            “Was it too
hard?”
            Jounouchi
turns around to show Kaiba his straining cock. “That was… amazing! I’m ready to
come right now! You need to make me come before you take me! I’ll never last!”
            “Your cock
is so beautiful…” Kaiba falls to his knees and takes Jounouchi’s penis
completely into his mouth. He swallows once and feels Jounouchi explode down his
throat. He sucks and licks all the way up until he pulls off Jounouchi’s cock.
            “Oh! Next
time use your teeth!”
            “Like
this?” asks Kaiba nipping the head with his teeth.
            “Yes! Yes!
Yes!”
            “Do you
want to do it here or in bed?” asks Kaiba.
            “Don’t
care! Don’t care! Just take me!” exclaims Jounouchi, “Pleasure yourself on me!
Use me! Abuse me! Fuck the hell out of me!”
            “How much
preparation do you need?”
            “None!”
Jounouchi looks down at Kaiba’s massive cock. “Maybe just a little, but I want
to feel it. I want to feel the burn of your cock as it goes all the way in.”
            Kaiba
kisses Jounouchi’s lips. He walks over to the bed and grabs a bottle of lube
and a condom from his nightstand. He walks back over to Jounouchi, waiting on
the desk, and passes the condom to him. “Put that on me.”
            Jounouchi
tears the package open and rolls the condom onto Kaiba’s aroused length. He
smiles when he hears Kaiba panting heavily while trying to control himself.
            Kaiba pours
some lubricant onto his hand and starts rubbing it onto the handle of the crop.
“Now spread your legs as wide as you can. I want you to feel the burn from
having your legs stretched so far apart.”
            “God damn,
Kaiba! You know how to please to guy!” Jounouchi lifts his feet to rest on the
edge of the desk, and he spreads his legs wide enough to actually hurt a
little.
            Kaiba rubs
a little lube around Jounouchi’s opening, but instead of sliding one of his
fingers inside, he pushes the handle of the crop into Jounouchi’s body.
            Jounouchi
moans.
            Kaiba
thrusts the crop in and out of Jounouchi’s body.
            Jounouchi
grabs Kaiba’s shoulders and pulls him closer to give him a full, deep kiss on
the lips. “Please, Kaiba… Please, take me now. I’m ready. You’ve got to be
hurting too.”
            “I can also
handle a little pain though.” Kaiba pulls the crop out and drops it on the
floor. He lines up his erection with the loosened opening and shoves inside.
            Jounouchi
hisses in pain. “Damn, you’re huge! I’ve never felt this full before!”
            “And likely
never again unless you want to keep me,” says Kaiba starting to thrust in and
out forcefully.
            “Huh? You
mean…?”
            “I’d love
to do this again, but any relationship we have is your choice. I can get anyone
I want. The only question is do you want me…”
            “Yes. Yes,
I do want you… every morning, noon, and night!” exclaims Jounouchi.
            “So will
you be my exclusive boyfriend?” Kaiba slams into Jounouchi’s prostate.
            “Yes!”
Jounouchi screams as his seed spills out over their nude chests. His muscles
clench down tightly on Kaiba’s cock.
            Kaiba moans
as he releases into Jounouchi’s ass.
            “You’ll be
mine alone, and I’ll be yours?” asks Jounouchi.
            “Yes,” says
Kaiba pulling out and helping Jounouchi lower his legs, “I only date one person
at a time.”
            “Yeah,
well, now you’re dating me,” says Jounouchi, “So can we go to bed and get some
sleep? Or at least get me off my sore ass?”
            Kaiba pulls
Jounouchi into his arms and carries him to the bed. “We’ll worry about the
details of this whole dating thing in the morning.”
            “What’s to
worry about? I come over here, we hang out a bit, then end the night in bed,”
says Jounouchi rolling onto his stomach in the bed, “Maybe we go out to a movie
or something sometime. But most importantly, we just enjoy being together.”
            Kaiba lies
down beside Jounouchi and pulls the blanket over them.
            “I still
feel you inside me,” says Jounouchi, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”
            “Happy
birthday, Jounouchi,” says Kaiba.
            “Best
present ever.”
            Kaiba pulls
Jounouchi to him and kisses his lips before cuddling up to him and closing his
eyes. “I want you to love me…”
            “Okay… give
me time and I will,” whispers Jounouchi.
            “I have
time to wait.”
            “You’d
better fall for me too. I don’t want to be the only one in love.”
            “Can’t fall
any farther,” whispers Kaiba.
            Jounouchi
tenses. “Huh?”
            Kaiba pulls
Jounouchi closer to him. “Still love you…”
            “No wonder
you wanted to help me. I can’t wait to fall in love with you too.” Jounouchi
smiles. “I look forward to the trip.”

The end.
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