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I Know You're Out There Somewhere	By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13 Moving Day

Warnings: Seto has a mental lapse, mild swearing, slight lime flavoring�
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At 5 a.m. Saturday morning, Seto Kaiba woke up. Over the years his body�s natural alarm clock had become a fine-tuned precision instrument. At 5:01 a.m., he groaned. His pajama pants were a gooey mess.
�Disgusting.� He muttered. Perhaps parts of his body weren�t quite as fine-tuned as he would like. �Damn, Mutt!�
If he�d been surprised when Joey tackled him on the three-season porch on Tuesday, he had been thunderstruck when Jou actually agreed to his terms. He would have done a happy dance on the spot had he not been so busy trying to maintain his icy demeanor. When he told Mokuba the news his little brother was ecstatic and did a happy dance for both of them. Seto got to keep his dignity, so it worked out nicely.
Seto had custody of Joey until his graduation from high school. The very thought that the mutt now belonged to him tended to turn Seto on. He got into the shower with a wicked little grin on his face thinking of the celibacy agreement. After the incident at the White Tiger, Seto had nearly gone off the deep end with jealousy. And damn it, the puppy was his! If Seto couldn�t have him then nobody would have him!
Seto was well aware that he was gorgeous and women and men alike gave him appreciative stares. If sex was all he wanted he could have a different lover every night and never find the satisfaction he craved. The confident arrogance he wore like one of his trench coats in the business and dueling arenas completely vanished when he was confronted with social situations. He covered it well with masks of disdain and coldness.
Gozaburo had shattered him on some deep level of his psyche where he had come to believe he truly didn�t deserve companionship, compassion, and love. Damaged by wounds still unhealed, insulting taunts had become the only way he could handle the intense emotions he felt for Jou. Instinctively, he knew he needed a level of intimacy that went beyond mere sex. He needed someone who didn�t give a damn about money or titles, someone who could look beyond the name and empty social standards of what was proper and respectable, someone who could love him just as he was, brokenness and all.
It would take someone extraordinary to stand toe to toe with him and not be overwhelmed. Seto wanted Jou to be that person, yet as big a heart as the puppy had, Seto doubted that even Jou had the capacity to love him. Seto knew rejection would probably send him into the darkness Gozaburo created in him forever. He was exhilarated by the possibilities. He was terrified by the probability. He was walking a high-tension wire without a net.
He got out of the shower, got dressed, picked up a box and headed over to Joey�s apartment. He had some work to do there before his estate was invaded by the gang of teenagers he knew would be arriving in a few hours. Jou had audaciously asked Seto if he could invite his friends over for a pool party today. The idea of having his estate trashed by a bunch of rowdy teens didn�t exactly appeal to Seto. He hated parties. But Seto understood that getting together with his friends would be good for Jou, a way to relieve the anxiety and stress of the past week. Mokuba was thrilled with the idea and Seto relented making it clear to both boys that this was a one-time deal.
The apartment was utilitarian. One large room served as the kitchen, dining room, and living room. The wall opposite the sliding glass doors had three doors-the center one was the bathroom and the two on either side of it were bedrooms. Seto had the apartment spartanly furnished-stove, refrigerator, kitchen table and chairs, a futon, computer desk and office chair, twin bed with a matching dresser, linens and dishes. Jou�s school and chauffeur uniforms, along with his new books had arrived yesterday.
Kaiba went to work on installing a cordless phone and a computer into which he had loaded the tutoring programs he had designed originally for Mokuba. He needed to test the network and Internet connections. Seto was so focused on his task that when a pair of hands suddenly dropped on his shoulders he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Seto whirled around in the office chair, grabbed Jou by both hands, stood quickly and pushed the blonde into the table. Sneaky baka inu! Who knew he could be so quiet?

�Ow! You damn jerk!� Jou snarled, tears stinging his eyes. �Let go of me!�
Seto released him so abruptly that Jou would have fallen if the table had not been behind him.
�Don�t ever sneak up on me again!� The dragon master commanded in a low, threatening growl.
�I wasn�t exactly expecting you to be here. I rode my bike right up to the garage! I wasn�t sneaking!� Joey cradled his hands against his chest. Blisters had been roughly torn open leaving raw skin exposed. He went to the sink feeling uncertain about turning his back on the CEO and ran cool water his throbbing hands.
On the day of his dad�s funeral, at the point of Jou�s deepest despair, Kaiba had offered hope. Now he just stood there staring at the blonde, dumbfounded and clueless after being so insensitive. Jou turned the water off and turned to face Seto. �I can�t stay here. I made a mistake. I had the stupid idea that we might be able to tolerate each other.�
Jou shook his dripping hands in front him and Kaiba�s eyes grew wide with horror. Joey�s hands-mostly second and some third degree burns. He let his anger at being caught by surprise completely blind him. For a genius, he could sure be an idiot�
Jou walked to the door.
�No. Don�t go. Do you have something for your hands?� Seto asked.
�In the bag on the balcony.� He watched Seto warily, like a wounded animal, as the brunette dug into all of his worldly possessions. The first thing Seto pulled out was the Red Eyes plushie. He set it aside without comment. �There�s ointment and painkillers in the toiletry bag.�
Seto found the ointment and the pills then reached for Joey�s hands. The blonde backed away from him.
�I�ll do it. Don�t even think about touching me!� Jou snapped and grabbed the ointment and pills. He shook two of the painkillers into the lid and swallowed them dry. He tried not to notice the sadness in the normally cold blue eyes, but his anger was slipping away from him anyway.
�Jou, look�I forgot about your hands. I didn�t expect you to come up behind me like that��
�Good grief, would it kill you to say �I�m sorry�?�
An awkward silence ensued between the boys.
�Yeah, I thought so.� Joey snorted. �It�s been real.� He slipped an arm through his bag and headed for the door again.
�Where do you think you�re going?� Seto demanded gruffly.
Joey stopped and took a deep breath. � I feel sorry for you. You just don�t get it, do you? This won�t work out. You�re too demanding, too controlling, and too damn cold. Other people have feelings and just because you don�t, it doesn�t give you the right to walk all over the rest of us like we�re ants or something. You may own this town, but you don�t own me.�
�Are you finished?� Seto asked in a very normal icy voice. �Jou, I�m sorry. I screwed up. Now get your butt back in here.�
Joey sighed and did as he was told. He was too tired and too emotionally drained to put up much of a fight. Seto led him to the furnished bedroom, took the ointment back from Jou and set his bag on the bed. He took one of Joey�s hands in his own and started applying the cream, rubbing it in with his fingertips. His touch was delicate and light, gentle for all of Seto�s harshness. He finished one hand and proceeded to the other one.
Joey was still wearing his biker�s jacket. It had given him some protection in the fire and although it was scorched, he couldn�t bear to part with it. Seto reached out for the zipper. Jou stiffened, but didn�t resist. This was becoming a strangely awkward and erotic situation.
�Jou, why are you here so early?�
�I couldn�t sleep.� The blonde mumbled.
Slowly the zipper traveled down its track.
�Couldn�t wait to move in?� Seto smirked slightly.
�No. Nightmares.�
The zipper finally reached the end of its track. Jou tried hard not to think about the hand on the zipper pull or where that hand was at. Seto moved away.
�You�ll need to do the sleeves too.� Jou said in a strangled voice and held his arms up indicating the other zippers. Seto carefully took Jou�s wrist and pulled the zipper down toward Jou�s elbow and then went to work on the other sleeve. Joey had a fleeting thought that Kaiba might be enjoying this�then the jacket was loose and Jou shrugged it off in an oddly graceful move.
Seto watched the blond in fascination. Jou was wearing his black Red Eyes muscle shirt. Jou definitely had the muscles to show off, his entire upper body was masterfully sculpted.
�Kaiba?�
�Nice shirt.� Seto mumbled, suddenly realizing he had been staring. He made a hasty retreat into the main room. At this rate he wouldn�t be able to maintain his icy composure around the Jou-pup for long. Seto gathered up his tools and the box, preparing to leave.
�Your phone is hooked up. If you need anything, dialing �9� will get you the house.� And with those brief instructions Seto left.
�What the heck just happened here?� Joey asked the empty room.
He scooped his dragon plushie off the table, glanced at the computer displaying the annoying Kaiba Corp logo as a screensaver, and collapsed on the futon with Red Eyes still in his arms. The last thought he had as he drifted off to dreamland was, �Sure, Kaiba�s attractive, but his personality ruins his looks��
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