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Pressure	By : StarlitKoneko Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! nor am I earning monetary profit from this fanfic.

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A/N: You don't have to read 'Sensitive' to understand this, but it might help. Sensitive is a no-sex fic and therefore not posted here. It can be found on my FF.net account (starlitkoneko) or deviantART (starlit-kaulitz).

This was supposed to be a one-shot but, as usual, I developed too much 'story' and so I've decided to break it into three chapters. I had briefly considered omitting the subplot and posting just the puppyshipping parts but I like the subplot . even if it is making it more difficult to bring the fic to an end. Considered AU for inclusion of animal ears & tails on the characters.

Also, just a gripe, I hate the tags AFF.net makes you use T_T

"You're getting a lot better, Anzu," Yuugi commented, not without an air of nervousness. I suppressed a grin as my eyes shifted from the cards in his hand to the ones on the field. Unsurprisingly, Yuugi could have wiped the floor with her by now, but you know how it is when you're in love.

I leaned forward, peering over Yuugi's shoulder to make it seem as though he really needed help. Anzu's smile suggested that she knew he was bluffing, but she wasn't too proud to not see why. Even though the spirit of the puzzle was still in the picture, Yuugi would continue fighting to win Anzu's heart.

Staring intently at Yuugi's cards, I didn't notice Anzu's eyes shift toward the door. My tail was swishing behind me contentedly, then suddenly a familiar hand touched my backside and stroked down the length of plush, blonde fur. My face was instantly red but the lack of reaction from my peers told me he had somehow managed to grope me without getting caught, so I stayed hidden behind Yuugi's cards.

"Jounouchi?" Yuugi turned in question to my proximity, "are you okay?"

I closed my eyes tight, knowing his question would draw the others' attention to me. Obvious as it was, I lied, "yeah, Yuuge, I'm fine."

Yuugi nodded; his levels of compassion were unmatched, and that simple gesture of acceptance was enough to prevent our friends from persisting. He went on with his duel as though nothing had happened, playing a strong monster even though Anzu had set an obvious trap. I allowed my gaze to wander to the middle of the class and rest momentarily on a certain tall brunette. As per usual, he had his nose in some book that I doubted he actually enjoyed, but his tail was twitching with an odd energy and his sharp eyes seemed quite interested in his reading material. Without warning they snapped in my direction and, though I couldn't see his mouth, I knew he was smirking. I resisted showing any sign of shock but my animal extremities stood on edge; thankfully, the teacher appeared before anyone could ask me if I was alright again.

Seto didn't normally approach me during the school day. As far as my friends knew, nothing had ever changed between us and he still hated me. Seto knew I disliked lying to them, but I don't think either of us expected our relationship to progress as far as it had.

Before his illness, our day-to-day was flawlessly familiar. He would toss an insult or two my way, I would get riled up, and our friends (mostly Yuugi) would play peacekeeper. Since the moment Seto returned those three words, however, something changed. In public, he took to ignoring me as though I didn't even exist. Anzu and Honda saw this as a loss of interest in teasing me, but Yuugi – being a pacifist once again – commented that it seemed more like the first stages of a peace-treaty.

He always was just a little too observant.

Shortly before lunch, I went to the bathroom. It had become a habit and, every once in a while, Seto would time my leave and bump into me on my way back. After the risky touch he'd stolen that morning, I was almost certain he'd come looking for a quick hallway kiss… but you never know with him. Nevertheless, I trudged slowly back to class, thinking about anything and yet nothing. I was so lost in thought that I nearly missed his approach, but before I could smile and say his name he continued briskly past.

I blinked stupidly, then turned quickly and reached up for his shoulder. He spun around, holding his arm out in front of himself defensively; I even saw the grip on his briefcase handle momentarily tighten before he recognized me and relaxed.

He had his cellphone to his ear with his far hand and said quietly, "I'll call you back," then hung up and pocketed the device. His gaze fell on me from above, seeming tired and distant. His voice echoed these feelings, but at least some of his love showed in the way he said my name. "What is it, Katsuya?"

For a moment, my voice was lost. His eyes trailed to the watch on his wrist then back to me, seeming even wearier. He opened his mouth to speak but I hastily interrupted. "Where are you going?"

His eyes brightened for a second and his tail gave an energetic flick, then he looked down the hall and the light faded again. He didn't seem to want to answer me but before I could pry he turned back and looked the way he'd come. Content to see we were alone, he touched the side of my face and claimed my lips in a gentle caress that made my knees weak.

We knew better than to make an in-school kiss last, but he was usually the voice of reason in that department. On that day, he made a distinct whine in the back of his throat that meant only one thing; he was losing control. If we weren't as risk, I'd have gladly given in; when his lips were pressed harder against mine, however, I had to ignore temptation and break away.

His eyes opened slowly and I could see they were still clouded with desire. Thinking quickly, I moved away from the wall and circled around him; his gaze followed me and slowly, almost reluctantly, he took in his surroundings. With a scoff he was his old self again, using the tips of two long fingers to nudge his uniform sleeve up and check his watch again.

"I have to go, Katsuya," he said plainly. The use of my name assured me that I wasn't the problem, but his next words made me doubtful, "don't come by today."

Without running or even breaking out of a stroll, he was down the hall before I could ask any questions.

At lunch, Yuugi asked if I'd seen Kaiba on my way back to class. I thought about saying I hadn't, then decided instead to say yes, but deny that we'd spoken. Yuugi was doubtful, but that was the last time anyone brought up my beloved brunette.

He didn't come back. After lunch, I waited, staring at the door and focusing on schoolwork less than usual. I must have dozed off gazing out that door because I even imagined him walking through and taking his place at his desk, opening his briefcase and wordlessly joining along with the lesson. The teachers wouldn't say anything, of course – he had some kind of immunity. A thwack on my desk and a stern call of my name later, everyone knew that I had been lost in thought, but Yuugi was the only one who seemed concerned.

"Jounouchi," my vertically-challenged best friend called meekly. It was strange for him to address me so timidly, but it was also strange for me to try and leave school without a word. I sighed.

"Sorry, Yuuge. I can't hang out today."

He wrinkled his nose disbelievingly. "Why not? What's going on, Jounouchi?"

I looked away, my ears hung low and my tail hugged my leg submissively. I wasn't as obvious as Seto but I, too, hated my animal extremities. Aside from how expressive they were, I had an inner contempt for being compared to a dog.

Yuugi, whose extremities were those of a rabbit, didn't have much problem at all. His fluffy tail was hardly noticeable, and his ears often blended with his bizarre hairstyle. His only complaint was that they made him look childish, yet when he switched with the spirit of the Sennen Puzzle they somehow became sexy. I had laughed at him for this and told him he was being silly, but we both knew that was a lie. The boy was indeed cursed.

"Jou~nou~chi~?" he chimed, standing in front of me now and lifting to his tiptoes in an effort to get any closer. His hand waved before my eyes and I realized I'd zoned out again. I grabbed his wrist then grinned and stroked one long, black, furry ear that had cocked off to the side observantly. He sighed girlishly and his cheeks tinted pink. That was another thing I didn't get – everyone's ears were sensitive to touch, except those with a dog's. Ours were sensitive at the base and a well-placed scratch could make us melt, but a simple touch did naught.

Though his blush was fading, that glimpse of sensuality brought warmth to my lower body. I leaned over and planted a feathery kiss on his nose; it brought the pink back to his cheeks but this time he was smiling. I could only give a half-smile in return.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pal," I ran a hand along the outer spikes of his hairdo, tussling them a bit but whatever he did to make them stick certainly worked. Before he could protest again, I broke into a quick jog.

Seto's demand echoed in my head. Don't come by today, it warned repeatedly, but I was already halfway to KaibaCorp when I realized that was my destination. After a long internal struggle, I turned back and ran home.

My pride wouldn't let me call Yuugi, so I struggled through my homework and hit the hay early that night. I dreamt of Seto kissing me in the hall, as he'd done, but this time I didn't pull away. Our kiss became deeper, more passionate, and he dropped his briefcase in favor of sliding that hand up my shirt and caressing my stomach. He likes that part of me for some reason; he likes to touch it and kiss it and watch the way my muscles tighten when…

I let out a moan, a grade-A mistake in the halls of your school, but Seto had latched his teeth onto my neck and was teasing the skin with his tongue. I was against the wall now, sandwiched between it and my lover who was making no efforts to hide his excitement. I could tell from the way he continually tried to mold our hips together that he was begging for release and his desperation made me forget where we were. I slid a hand into the pants of his uniform (that word caught in my mind a moment) and delicately wrapped my fingers around his length.

He let go of my neck and attacked my lips hungrily as I began stroking him. The angle was hard to work with but he didn't seem to care as long as he was being touched. When our kiss broke we were panting and my lips were wet with saliva that could have been his or mine. Without second thought I nudged him back and dropped to my knees, briefly exposing his length before taking it into my mouth. He arched back, moaned my name, tangled his fingers in my hair and grazed his nails on that special spot behind my ear. In that moment it didn't matter if I remembered where we were because I no longer cared; all that mattered now was making my lover release.

I usually took my time when pleasing him this way, moving slowly along his length and caressing it with my tongue, but he was behaving hastily and didn't hold back when he came. The only warning I had was a twitch in his hand before he gripped a lock of my hair tightly and moaned my name as warm fluid spilled into my mouth and down my throat. When his grip relaxed, I pulled away and licked my lips, grinning up at him as I did so. He was blushing and fixing his pants when a small voice made us freeze in place.

"Kaiba?" it said first then, more accusatively, "Jounouchi?"

I didn't need to see who it was. The depth and horrifying solidity of his voice was enough to jolt me awake when he said my name. I looked around frantically, convinced he was somewhere in my room. Once I had ascertained I was alone I ran the back of my hand across my forehead, grimacing at the dampness there. While wiping the perspiration from my hand, I realized I was still in my uniform and groaned when I felt it sticking to my body. With the dream regrettably still on my mind, I peeled my clothes off and left them inside-out by the broken window over my bed, hoping they would air-dry sufficiently by the next day.

I checked the time and decided it would be okay to take a shower. As I crossed the small, untidy room, I caught sight of the cellphone Seto had bought for me, but more importantly the message alert.

The first text was from Yuugi; an apology for being nosy and a reminder that he 'loved' and was looking out for me. Of course, he used the L-word meaning just as friends (and had been doing so for a while) but at that moment it jogged thoughts of my dream and I couldn't bring myself to form a reply.

The second was from Seto. Sorry about today, pup. Love you.

That one made me feel better. I replied, love you, too.

I didn't say it was okay. I didn't know if it was okay.

After my shower I felt better. I hung my uniform up properly and I sent a generic reply to Yuugi saying I understood and thanks for not being pushy. There was a long pause before he responded, during which he struggled to not ask what I was up to (I don't know this for sure but I'd bet my deck on it). Instead, he asked if I'd done my homework.

I glanced at the uniform more than once, wondering if I should suck it up and tell him everything. I began typing a message that said there was something I needed to talk about and Seto's radar must have kicked in because he called and interrupted the message. For the first time since he'd given me the phone, I wondered if it was tapped.

"Hello?" a generic answer even though I knew who it was. I swear I heard his teeth click.

"Hey, pup," his voice was strained. I think my greeting got to him. "You can come over now if you want."

I looked at the clock again. It was too late to leave, and he knew it. "I haven't finished my homework."

I could practically hear him grip the phone tighter. "Don't lie to me."

I thought about Yuugi; I'd told him that I finished it. The thought that my boyfriend was monitoring me reared its ugly head higher, but there's a process to that sort of thing, right? Seto can access the texting records (he's the one paying for the line after all) but even he can't see them that quickly… right?

I looked at the clock again. It was significantly later than when I had gone in for my shower, but I hadn't checked it when I came out. Had I been talking to Yuugi longer than I thought? Or, maybe, Seto had the line hooked up to one of his personal computers! He certainly has enough of them lying around…

"…suya? Kat-su-ya!" his echoing voice brought me back to my right mind. "Damn it, answer me!"

"I'm here, Seto," I said in a voice that did little to mask my distraction. Then, before I could stop myself I asked, "you're not… using this phone to spy on me, are you?"

"Don't be stupid," there had been a pause, but it was just normal shock. "Where's your head tonight, pup?"

"In the clouds," I said tiredly. "I had a dream about us."

I heard the phone shift as it was pinned to the side of his head with his shoulder. He was no longer interested enough to hold it with his hands; they were now typing away on a laptop. "Was I good?"

I stifled a laugh; he was almost certainly smirking. His self-centeredness had become something of a joke between us, and it was good to hear him joke. Though I tried to hide it, my voice was tight. "It didn't get that far."

Another shift. The phone was in his hand again. "What happened?"

Yuugi caught us, my mind said simply. "We were at school, where you kissed me today."

He relaxed again. "Got to you that much, did I?"

Again 'I', not 'it', but there was less arrogance this time. I rolled with it, "I recall being the one in control."

"Tch," he scoffed, "I was hornier than usual. Don't let it go to your head."

I laughed and said that I wouldn't. We didn't talk much longer after that; once he was sure he couldn't get me to sneak out, he seemed to lose interest in the conversation. He still said 'I love you', though, and that was enough for me.

I decided telling Yuugi could wait.
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