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In The Name Of Love	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15410 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In The Name Of Love (11/?)

Author: Rroselavy

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): Jou/Ryou (briefly), Malik/Ryou, Kaiba/Jou, Mokuba/Shizuka, Yami/Yugi, Honda/Otogi

Beta: Akuchan

Spoilers: None, AU

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit in any way from Yu-gi-oh!

Summary: For eight years he has scrupulously avoided the brunet, but now with the impending marriage of their siblings, Jounouchi Katsuya and Kaiba Seto are forced to come to terms with the feelings they've secreted away since adolescence.

CHAPTER 11

Under the best of circumstances Kaiba was not a patient man. In fact, if one were to list his many enviable character traits, words such as the aforementioned patient, or empathetic, or compassionate, and all the meanings they implied would be passed over for more appropriate descriptors--gifted, or driven, or devoted.

As he listened to Jounouchi babble endlessly through the telephone earpiece, Kaiba summoned what he considered to be biblical proportions of patience in order to prevent himself from berating and upbraiding the blond for having the audacity to wake him up at 3am because his god-damned computer wouldn't boot.

It was his own fault really, he mused. When Mokuba had moved out the year prior, he'd dismissed his overnight staff, reasoning that since he was living alone now their services were no longer required. But on many nights, before retiring to bed, he would forget to engage the answering machine had replaced the person who had historically fielded the sporadic telephone calls that were received in the overnight hours. Besides, anyone who called usually called his cell number. No one called the home line except contractors. So when the incessant phone ringing had nudged him into consciousness, he'd become instantly alert, hoping against hope that it wasn't some official calling on behalf of his younger brother. As he'd raced toward the extension in the kitchen, which for some god-forsaken reason was the nearest one to his bedroom, images of a badly injured or maimed Mokuba haunted him. Instead of some official of some sort though, he'd been greeted by the panicked voice of Jounouchi.

"Kaiba, did I wake you?" he'd asked, rather stupidly, in the brunet's opinion.

"No, Jounouchi, I had to get up to answer the phone." There was silence as the meaning of his words sunk in.

"I-I'm sorry, but I didn't know who else ta call." Jou had continued, his words tumbling over each other. "My fucking computer won't boot, an' it has all of my files-"

"You called me at, what time is it? To tell me your god-damned computer won't start? Go to sleep Jounouchi," Kaiba had growled irritably, knowing that ~he~ wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. He was a miserable sleeper and suffered epic bouts of insomnia and knew sleep would prove elusive after being woken so suddenly. "We'll deal with this ... later."

"You. Don't. Understand. Kaiba. I need my computer NOW. It has my dissertation and ALL of my support files. I need it to work--my paper is due in ~two~ days. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT! Please" he whined, "say you'll help me?"

"I said I would. Tomorrow."

"I CAN'T WAIT 'TIL TOMORROW! Aren't ya listening ta me?"

He truly tried to be patient, but the raw emotion of the blond fueled his anger. He knew he should cut Jounouchi slack, but he was impossibly tired, and really, he didn't deserve to be spoken to this way, especially when Jou was begging a favor.

"Don't you back anything up?" He hissed. "Do you even know what file maintenance is?" He looked at the digital clock on the microwave. "You call me up at the ungodly hour of three am because ~your~ computer won't start and then think it's perfectly acceptable to scold ~me~? What the hell is wrong with you?" He snarled, and then banged his head against the kitchen wall in frustration. 'Patience,' he repeated over and over as a silent mantra, as he realized how much damage he could inflict with his razor sharp tongue.

He thought he'd been hung up on until he heard Jounouchi sigh. A few seconds later, the blond spoke measuredly, "I'm sorry Seto. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm just at the end of my rope with everything that's happened in the past coupla days. Plus, I've been working for eight years ta get to this point, and I'm scared, no, I'm terrified that I'm gonna blow it somehow. Just like now I think I've blown it with you, before we even got started." He sounded close to tears. "And I did back up the most important files," he added weakly.

Kaiba rolled his eyes. "Stop it, Katsuya. You haven't blown anything!" He heard a sharp intake of breath, and continued before Jou could interrupt. "You woke me up in the middle of the night and started bellowing at me. It only stands to reason that I would get pissed off." It was his turn to breathe. "Now tell me what OS you're using." For some reason he found he wanted to diffuse the situation rather than let it escalate further. God he must be falling for the blond.

"I'm on a Mac. OS X - Panther." Jou answered quietly.

"And what exactly is the problem?"

"I TOLD YA-"

He held the phone away from his ear. "I know you told me it won't boot, but what happens? Give me details Jounouchi." He said sharply. He listened to the silence for a few seconds before Jou continued.

"It just hangs on a grey screen, I don't see the apple, and I never get to my desktop. Nothing." Kaiba heard the frustration in Jou's voice, and despite his annoyance at being woken up for something he was sure could have been avoided, he felt sympathy for the blond.

He sighed. Chances were it would be an easy fix. He'd become very familiar with the Apple operating system once they'd released OS X. It was an elegant system that allowed the end user much latitude in repairing these kinds of issues. He began to relax as he reasoned out the variables that could have caused the problem in Jounouchi's machine. He would need to stop by the office on the way to Jou's to pick up a couple of CDs.

"Do you have the OS install CDs?"

"Yes, but you're NOT-"

"Don't worry, it won't come to that." Kaiba reassured. "I'll be over within the hour. And Katsuya, you owe me for this."

"Thanks, Seto." Jou replied softly. "I'll make it up to ya."

"Indeed you will."

By the time he arrived at Jounouchi's the blond had ratcheted up his panic once more. Kaiba'd ridden his own bike over rather than wake up his chauffeur, and Jou had come out when he'd pressed the buzzer to be allowed entrance. As he was parking the bike, Jou came at him with a barrage of symptoms and suppositions.

"What kind of tea do you have?" Kaiba interrupted.

"Tea?" Jou echoed as they approached the door to his apartment.

"Yes, tea. Please make me some."

Jou lead him into the apartment and Kaiba glanced around curiously. It was tiny but well kept. The laptop had been left out on a counter that bisected the space. He glanced beyond the counter into the main living space of the apartment, noting the futon couch, TV, and the bookshelves packed with books, CDs and DVDs. He sat down on the stool in front of the laptop and inserted one of the disks he'd brought with him, and then pressed the button to boot up. He watched Jounouchi as he went about making a pot of tea, appreciating the grace with which he moved about the small space allotted to the kitchen. By the time the tea was ready, the program disk Kaiba'd inserted was running diagnostics on the hard drive. As he'd suspected, the problems were relatively minor.

He took a sip of the tea and watched Jou pace nervously around. "Why don't you put some music on?" He suggested.

Jou stopped mid-stride and headed over to his CDs. "Anything you want ta hear?"

"Just something to fill the silence, nothing too loud." Kaiba replied as he read the results from one of the tests from the screen. After a few seconds jazz horns filled the air.

"What is this?" he asked absently as he pored over a diagnostic report.

"Umm ... Wynton Marsalis 'In This House On This Morning'. So is it gonna be okay?"

"Yes, Katsuya. After I de-fragment the hard drive it should be fine." Jou let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Ya mean it?" He stood behind Kaiba, and Kaiba leaned back slightly and stretched his neck to look up at him. Sleep-deprived Jounouchi looked far better than Kaiba could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

"Yes," he replied, suddenly mesmerized by the honey eyes that implored him. He reached out for Jounouchi's hands and draped the blond's arms over his shoulders. He found their weight to be quite pleasant as he gently caressed the smooth skin of Jou's forearms.

"K-Seto, what're you doing?"

Kaiba closed his eyes and leaned back into the warm body behind him. "Collecting my payment." He smirked. He felt Jounouchi lean forward imperceptibly, felt him pressing his chest against his back as he tightened his arms around his shoulders. For the first time in a long while, Kaiba felt contented and relaxed.

Hands on his shoulders gently nudged him awake. "Seto, the program's done an' I need ta sit down. Why don't you stay? You can nap on my bed."

He lifted his head up from where it was resting on his forearms to see the blue background of the laptop screen. It took him a few seconds to remember that he was in Jounouchi's apartment and then to realize that he must have dozed off. "No, I need to get home."

"Un huh. You aren't going anywhere. You're too tired to ride, an' there's no point in waking up your chauffeur. When do you need ta get up? I'll wake you. C'mon." He laid his hand on Kaiba's forearm.

He allowed Jounouchi to lead him to the nearby futon, which had miraculously been opened. The music also had ended; it registered that he must have been asleep for a while. He knew it wasn't necessary for him to get up that early--he had no appointments scheduled until after lunch--and in his sleep-hazed mind he pondered what it might mean to wake up next to the blond. He smiled to himself. "Just wake me when you get up. The computer rebooted okay?"

"Yeah," Jou replied. "I'm just going to take care of a couple of things before I turn in."

Kaiba lay down on the mattress--it felt incredibly comfortable. Every bone, every muscle in his body was exceedingly tired. He was vaguely aware of his shoes and socks being removed. "What are you doing, Katsuya?"

"Making you more comfortable," Jou answered as he slipped a blanket over the half-asleep brunet. Kaiba rolled onto his side and settled his head into the pillow. "Just get some rest." Jou added as he leaned down and brushed Kaiba's cheek with his lips. He stood over the brunet, admiring how sexy he looked even in his semi-conscious state.

"You still owe me, Jounouchi," Kaiba mumbled as he drifted back off to sleep. He didn't hear Jou's soft assent.

Kaiba woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched languorously. He glanced over his back and noted that the space next to him had not been slept in.

"Did I wake ya? I tried to be quiet."

He finished stretching slowly, trying not to let the disappointment of not waking up next to Jounouchi affect him. "No, the smell of coffee woke me."

"I made ya breakfast, I hope you like oatmeal. I was just about to wake you. How d'ya take your coffee?"

He watched as Jounouchi laid two bowls on the counter across from each other. "Oatmeal is fine, and I take my coffee with a little milk. Didn't you sleep at all?"

Jou looked at him and smiled sheepishly. "No, I pulled an all-nighter--hopefully the last of my university career." He shrugged his shoulders. "I can take a nap this afternoon."

"You have somewhere to be this morning?" Kaiba asked as he seated himself at the counter. The laptop was now closed and moved off to the left side, and a stack of papers had been laid on it. He glanced at the top sheet absently, recognizing Jounouchi's familiar schoolboy scrawl. He picked it up, reading it as Jou placed a steaming mug of coffee next to him.

"Yeah, the orphanage. Then I'll come back here and take a nap. Didja sleep okay?"

He pulled himself away from the text--Jou's notes and questions on his dissertation. He met Jou's gaze, noting the tired lines around his eyes. "Yes, it was quite comfortable. Thank you for breakfast."

"It was the least I could do," Jou glanced away.

They ate in silence for a while. Kaiba was enjoying the fresh coffee and hot cereal that Jounouchi had prepared, while enjoying equally, contemplating the blond opposite him, who was doing his best to avoid conversation, and looking at him.

"Is there something on your mind Katsuya?" He asked finally.

Jou froze and stared at him. "No. I mean yes. I was wondering how I was gonna repay you."

Kaiba smiled softly. "How about dinner and a movie? My treat this time."

"A date?"

"No, as friends. I thought we agreed to take it slow." He gazed at Jounouchi, assessing his reaction. He noticed that Jou had visibly relaxed.

"That sounds nice. Maybe Sunday?"

Kaiba thought for a moment. "I'll need to look at my schedule-" He stopped himself. "Actually, Sunday will be fine. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Seven it is." Jou drained his mug and ran his fingers through his hair. "I need a shower, are you gonna get going?" He stood and stretched.

"In a few minutes. This was nice ... breakfast, here, with you." Kaiba said awkwardly.

Jou flashed him a smile. "It was-is." He stepped toward the bathroom door, and then turned again to face Kaiba. "So, I'll see you Sunday."

"That you will." He sat for a few moments, listening to the muffled sounds of Jounouchi preparing the shower. He was disappointed, but only mildly so. He'd secured some time alone with Jou, time that he could spend charming and seducing the blond. He smiled to himself, luxuriating in the tiny shivers that ran up and down his spine as he anticipated a spring and summer filled in dogged pursuit. His cell phone chirped in his pocket and he answered it with slight annoyance.

"Seto, where are you?" Mokuba's disembodied voice demanded. "Are you at Jou's?"

"Why Mokuba? It's really not your concern where I-"

"Seto, turn on the TV."

He searched vainly for the remote, and finally gave up and turned the set on manually. "What channel?" He asked, as a growing sense dread enveloped him.

"Doesn't matter." Mokuba answered, but Kaiba could already see that. The news feeds were all the same, all showing the same familiar security gate, with his motorcycle parked just inside. "Seto, didn't we talk about this? You said you were going to take it slow." He admonished.

"You are so not giving me dating advice. You've only had one girlfriend--"

"And if you'd listened to your heart in high school, your past wouldn't be littered with the detritus of your so-called relationships, Seto. Look, Jou is one of my best friends, and he's just broken up with his boyfriend-"

"Nothing happened, Mokuba." He said through gritted teeth. "He called me because his computer crashed. He was desperate. I helped him out."

"After yesterday? What were you thinking?" Kaiba groaned inwardly. It was apparent it had been a mistake to confide his feelings for Jounouchi to his brother.

"Obviously, I wasn't." Kaiba admitted reluctantly. He shook his head. It was painfully obvious to him that he'd never been able to think straight when it came to anything that involved Jounouchi. "But now we have a bigger issue on our hands. I want those reporters removed. Before Jounouchi sees them."

"Where's Jou right now?" And as if on cue, Jou burst out of the bathroom, naked and astonishingly beautiful. Kaiba felt his mouth go dry as he got an eyeful of what his overheated brain could only describe as perfection itself.

"Kaiba, what're you-" Jounouchi turned back to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to cover himself.

"Mokuba, take care of it, understand?" Kaiba barked into the phone.

"Yes, big brother. I'll get rid of them."

Jou reappeared, blushing madly, and Kaiba took in a gorgeous tattoo of a red eyes black dragon that graced and wrapped itself around one flawlessly sculpted shoulder and upper arm. He focused on the image intently, trying to avoid allowing his eyes to wander over the rest of Jou's exposed body, and was thankful that the blond had modestly covered up.

"Kaiba, what's-"

His cell rang and Jou answered it instinctively. From across the room Kaiba could hear a voice on the other end shouting at the blond. He watched as the color drained from Jou's face.

"I don't owe you of all people any god-damned explanations about my life and who I choose to be with!" Jou finally shouted. "I am not having this conversation with you. Not now, not EVER!" He slammed his phone shut and glanced past Kaiba to the TV screen.

"What the hell is that?" He snarled as he ran his fingers through his towel-dried hair, and rubbed his eyes as if to make the images on the screen disappear.

"What does it look like?" Kaiba answered evenly.

"What the fuck?" Jou exclaimed as he watched the media circus that was happening outside his apartment on the screen. "This can't be happening!" He sighed dramatically and threw himself into the chair next to his armoire.

Kaiba turned off the TV and walked over to Jou. "Nice tat." He commented as Jou glared up at him. He was at a loss for any words to comfort the blond.

"So now what?"

"Mokuba is going to take care of the reporters. It will just take a few minutes."

"Like that's gonna help. They ~aren't~ gonna let this go now."

"I guess it wasn't such a good idea for me to stay over." Kaiba said mildly.

"Ya think?"

"I'm sorry, but it ~was~ your idea, Jounouchi." He strained to reign in his growing anger. "You know, ~some people~ would be happy to be considered the significant other of a Kaiba. Your sister doesn't seem to have a problem with it."

"Yeah, well ~some people~ don't have a homophobic father on their ass about it." Jou crossed his arms over his exquisite pecs and continued to glare at Kaiba.

"Is that who telephoned?"

Jou looked off into space. "Yes. He's such a fucking bastard. I really didn't need this today." He rocked forward in the chair, deep in thought.

Kaiba squatted gracefully in front of Jou. "Mokuba is getting rid of them right now. It will all be over shortly."

Jou smiled softly at Kaiba and shook his head. "No it won't. This is only the beginning. But I better get used to it, huh?" He reached out and brushed Kaiba's hair from his eyes.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate your continuing support. I'm sorry the updates are sporadic, RL definitely impinges on my writing ... plus as a writer at A Dragon's Lair, I am sometimes sidetracked by the challenges there ... If you are looking for top-notch KaibaxJou fiction, I heartily recommend joining and perusing the treasure vault (if you are over 17, if not you _shouldn't_ be reading this, either!). Until next update ...
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