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How to Raise a Well-Mannered Puppy	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 11
Kaiba let himself out of Jou's room and closed the door behind him. Jou heard the muffled voices of his father and Kaiba in brief conversation, felt anxiety wash over him. It would be so much easier if he could just stay in his room. Or maybe forget the past three days happened. Except for sleeping with Kaiba.
He heard the front door close, then listened to his father rattling dishes around in the kitchen, the whistle blowing on the teakettle, willing himself to get up off the bed, open his door, talk to his father. Suddenly, he heard soft rapping at his door, his father calling out "Katsuya?" He must have dozed off.
"Hold on Dad." He swung out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, opened the door to his father, bearing a tray with a sandwich and hot tea.
"I made you something to eat."
He took the tray from his father and put it on his bed. His father reached out and wrapped his arms around Jou, hugging him tightly. They stood like that wordlessly, Jou feeling the sting of tears in his eyes, as the contact rubbed his raw emotions.
"You must be hungry, you haven't eaten for three days," Isao said, looking past Jou, not able to look at his son's face.
He stepped back from his father, tilted his head to the side and looked at him. "C'mon Dad, ya did go ta sleep." He smiled, he had offered an olive branch.
His father smiled back at him softly. "We make some pair, don't we?"
"Dad, I'm really sorry I hit you." Jou said seriously.
"I'm sorry too, Katsuya. I promised you I'd never hit you again ..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.
"Look, I can't promise that I won't drink again. But you know I'm trying real hard to stop. And I want to make sure this doesn't happen again. The next time I come home drunk, I want you to call my sponsor. He will come, no matter what time it is." He handed Jou a slip of paper with a name and cell number on it. "You don't need to take care of me, you need to take care of yourself, and as much as it hurts me, that means getting away from me when I'm like that."
Jou regarded his father for a moment. "Dad, I can't just walk away--"
"But you have to. We have to break this cycle. When I'm drunk, I can't stop myself from lashing out at you. But you can. You can leave. Or not come home. I've spoken to Yuugi's grandfather, you are always welcome there. Any time."
Jou felt a twinge of embarrassment. He'd always been meticulous about his home life, never letting on it was anything less than average. None of his friends knew about his father's drinking, in fact they knew very little about Jou's private life at all, and he was fine with that.
"Katsuya, it's time you started taking care of yourself. And speaking of that, can you tell me how it is that you've started to date your sworn enemy?"
Jou blushed, fully embarrassed now.
* * *
He waited nervously in the vestibule of the apartment building for Kaiba to pick him up. It had taken him a long time to decide on what to wear, much longer than he'd ever spent on picking out clothes, finally settling on a pair of tight black jeans and a slinky green long-sleeved tee that Shizuka had gotten for him for his birthday.
He was relieved that his father had been more than accepting that he was gay. After he'd blurted it out, it had terrified him that he might lose the only family he had. He smiled to himself. He and his dad's relationship was far from perfect, and there were still tough times ahead, but they did care about each other, love each other. And that had to count for something.
He watched the sleek black stretch pull up and bounded out to the curb before it was fully stopped. The rear passenger door swung open and he climbed in.
Kaiba wasted no time with greetings. He grabbed Jou and kissed him deeply and roughly, communicating his pent-up desire. His eyes flashed brilliant blue, a preditatory hunger that made Jou feel unquestionnably like quarry. He closed his eyes, allowing his other senses to drink in the pleasure that radiated through his body.
He slid his hands under Kaiba's shirt, caressing his taut belly, over the slight protrustion of his ribs, across his dusky nipples. A soft moan encouraged Jou to play with them, rolling them between his index fingers and thumbs, feeling them blossom into hard nubs from the contact.
He straddled Kaiba, felt a surge of electricity as their crotches and mouths pressed together harder, if they were any closer they'd be inside each other's skin. He traced Kaiba's jawline with licks and kisses, following it up to his ear, slipping his teeth around the tender flesh, tugging at it gently.
Kaiba whispered hoarsely, "Slow down Pup, or we'll never make it through dinner."
"Mmmm," he purred suggestively, "I'd rather eat you. 'Sides, you started it," he accused. His hands traveled southward, reaching Kaiba's belt buckle, before his wrists were grabbed roughly and he was stopped.
"And so I'm finishing it. There will be time enough for that later." Kaiba's face was a mask, unreadable. Jou stared at him defiantly, before slowly retreating to the unoccupied space next to him on the leather bench, causing Kaiba to let go of Jou's wrists. After all he was being offered dinner. Fucking could wait.
Kaiba clasped Jou's hand in his, Jou leaned against Kaiba comfortably and sighed. He tried to wrap his head around the reality that he was here with Kaiba, they were going on a date, and would probably, no, definitely end up having some amazing sex, if Monday night had been any indication things to come. It was blissful.
Kaiba cast a sidelong glance over Jou. "You clean up pretty well," he admitted. He let go of Jou's hand, and rubbed his along his firm thigh, sliding it between Jou's legs.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Jou exclaimed. "There ya go again," he teased. "How do you expect me ta keep my hands offa you when you're gettin me all hot and bothered?"
Kaiba smirked at him, "Discipline and obedience."
Jou scowled. "You don't own me."
Kaiba shook his head and smirked knowingly, "Believe what you want. Your body tells me otherwise."
Now Jou was glaring at him, and Kaiba realized that as much as he'd been turned on by Jou's submission, he was far more attracted to Jou when he was fired up and his amber eyes blazed with passion. It didn't matter to Kaiba if the source of that passion were anger or arousal, only that it was focused on him.
"Whatever," Jou said coldly.
Kaiba only smirked harder.
They arrived at the restaurant just in time, as far as Kaiba was concerned. It was all he could do to keep his hands off the other boy, to keep his mind from fantasizing about the things he'd like to do to him.
Think about work. Think about reviewing code, sitting in interminable investor meetings, listening to his board of directors droning on endlessly. All thoughts shot through with images of Jou -- his face contorted with pleasure, body flushed from lovemaking.
Not work. Then, school. Think about English. English grammar. Irregular verbs. Why were there so many fucking irregular English verbs? He was acutely aware of Jou's body pressed against his. Reminded of the way he shivered involuntarily as Kaiba explored his body with hands, with his lips, his tongue. The way his nipples hardened between his teeth when he bit them lightly. Kaiba felt the sweat bead on his forehead, a sheen covering his bare arms. He swallowed hard, it was way too hot in the car.
* * *
He'd chosen a tiny, exclusive sushi bar that offered private tatami rooms. He wanted to be out with Jou, but wasn't ready for the onslaught of media attention that was sure to follow when it was discovered that Japan's most eligible bachelor was dating. He wondered absently how Jou and his family might handle that inevitable fact.
Gossip magazines had already outted him, so he was unconcerned about the effect it would have on his company's bottom line. It would be negligible. But he protected his private life at all costs. When juicy tidbits did appear in gossip columns, he tirelessly rooted out the source, methodically ruining the person who dare betray his confidence, who would sell his privacy to the highest bidder.
They slipped out of the car, straightened out clothes that had been rumpled in their foreplay. He'd lied to Jou, he didn't look only okay, he looked stunning. His jeans left very little to the imagination, his shirt skimmed his body, enticingly clinging in all the right places.
Dinner would be a delicious torture.
* * *
Jou hadn't seen the inside of a nice restaurant in a long time. He tried vainly to remember when, knew vaguely it had been someone's birthday. His father had drank too much, and his parents had ended up fighting. He stole a glance at Kaiba as he spoke to the hostess. God, he was hot, Jou had to touch him, placed his hand lightly at his waist, to prove to himself this wasn't a dream.
They removed their shoes and accepted slippers from the hostess, then followed her to the private room Kaiba had reserved. Kaiba ushered Jou in front of him, and took a seat next to him, rather than across the low table. He was trapped.
Jou had all but forgotten the nervousness he felt, now it returned in full force. They had the sex part down, that was for sure, but what would he and Kaiba talk about? Usually their verbal communications revolved around trading insults, and though he'd discovered that could lead to some really hot sex, but could just as easily lead to a fistfight. He opted to let Kaiba initiate any conversation.
He opened the menu in front of him and panicked at the prices. The appetizers cost more than what he had in his pocket. He'd assumed Kaiba was picking up the tab, it occurred to him belatedly that maybe he should have made sure of that.
"Umm, Seto?" Kaiba was working on his neck, licking the sensitive spot where his ear met his jaw. "I--I don't really have enough money to pay for my dinner."
"You'll pay later," Kaiba whispered in his ear wickedly, sending a shiver up Jou's spine.
Kaiba ordered for them both, shooting Jou a glare when he opened his mouth in protest. After the waitress left they sat in awkward silence, Jou pointedly skirting around the events of the past three days, Kaiba waiting for him to offer an explanation.
Kaiba broke the silence. "Were you able to settle your differences with your father?"
"Mmmhmm," Jou answered, familiar anxiety building. He did not want to talk about his fight with his dad.
"What happened between you?"
Jou sighed. That was Kaiba, right to the point. "I don't wanna talk about it."
Kaiba rolled his eyes in annoyance, considered the facts as he knew them. It couldn't be about Jou's sexuality. Jou's father had cornered him before he'd left the apartment with a standard parental warning that he should respect his son and not take advantage of him. Kaiba had assured the elder Jounaouchi that was not his intention. It had been a rather endearing exchange, but it didn't erase the fact in Kaiba's mind that Jounouchi had hit his son, left a gash on his cheek. There was little doubt in his mind that Jou's father had initiated the fight.
The uncomfortable silence was broken again by Kaiba. "My stepfather was a bastard. After he adopted me, he would beat me whenever he wanted to. Mokuba and I were not his children, we were his property. I hated him. It made me very happy when he died because I thought I was finally free of him."
Jou looked at him evenly. Wrapping his mind around the idea, the fact that Kaiba had just told him something deeply personal, something he'd probably never told anyone else before.
"It musta sucked to hafta live like that," he said quietly. He ran his hand along Kaiba's thigh.
"It did," Kaiba agreed. "But I survived, he didn't. I beat him, I won." He placed his hand over Jou's, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
Jou closed his eyes, felt the pressure of Kaiba's lips against his palm, tears threatening to slip out.
"It's not like that with me and my dad," he said finally. "It's different, we really love each other. It's just ..." his voice trailed off, he was embarrassed once again. Why? He thought. His father had long ago admitted his disease openly, accepted help frome wherever he could get it. Why was he so embarrassed, so unwilling to admit to a problem he had no control over?
Kaiba watched Jou attentively, sensed the internal struggle, argument being turned over in his mind.
"I can see that," he encouraged. "He warned me that I should treat you right."
"He WHAT?" Jou blushed profusely.
"He's quite concerned for your well-being," Kaiba smirked.
Jou looked away as the waitress brought plates of food to them, momentarily distracted by the artful arrangement on the food placed in front of him.
"Ya see, my dad has a drinking problem. When he gets drunk, he kinda takes his problems out on me." He felt a great weight lifting off his chest. "On Monday, I kinda lost it. I hit him back.
"He's been doing good lately, going ta meetings, he even had gotten a job. It wasn't much, but it was somethin'. He got laid off Monday. That's what set him off. Before that he hadn't had a drop to drink in over a year."
Kaiba's eyes narrowed. He was deep in his own thoughts. Jou had presented him with a problem, now his brain was off and running, analyzing, weighing solutions.
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