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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 (13/?)
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.
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CHAPTER 13
Jou stood in front of the mirrored door of the armoire, fiddling with the bowtie of his tuxedo. No matter how many times he re-tied the damned thing it sat crookedly at his throat. He sighed in frustration before slipping on the jacket and pausing once more to run his fingers through his unruly hair in a half-hearted attempt to tame it. A limo had been hired to chauffeur him, and he was glad, not only because the bike was still his sole source of transportation, but also because he was incredibly nervous and couldn't imagine driving himself to the gala under any circumstance. In fact, he couldn't recall a time when he'd been more worried in general, and specifically about his appearance; or more accurately, what Kaiba would think of him when he laid his eyes upon the blond. The CEO always managed to be astonishingly put together in any situation, almost irksomely so, and for once Jou wanted to show him that he could clean up just as well. But if the recalcitrant bowtie were any indication, he wasn't off to such a good start.
He sank back in the plush back seat of the limousine practicing a relaxation technique of visualization similar to the one he'd coached Kaiba in, that first night months ago. He grinned thinking of that evening, of how hot Kaiba had looked, even in the throes of a panic attack. He remembered the kiss that evening had ended in and imagined just what would have happened if they hadn't parted at the door to his apartment, if Kaiba had accepted his invitation to stay.
He fantasized about how he would have shrugged Kaiba out of his sweater and spent time exploring the flawless plane of his chest, how transcendent it would have been to map it out with his tongue. He envisioned that Kaiba would have turned the tables quickly enough, and that would be just fine by him. He'd spent the previous year exclusively as a top, and would be far from displeased to be taken by Kaiba.
He groaned wantonly at that thought. Maybe it was time for him to nudge the relationship forward. He knew that he couldn't continue on this way indefinitely, he'd long since emotionally left Ryou behind, had even been so magnanimous as to invite his snowy-haired ex along with Malik to the second engagement party that he'd planned for the following week. That thought sent a wave of trepidation through his thoughts, so he turned once again to the scenario he'd started to build to distract him from the anxiety that was gnawing on his conscience.
Despite his icy exterior, Jou sensed that emotions ran deep in the other man. It had been that innate knowledge that had underscored his attraction to the brunet, drawn him to him, despite the insults and humiliations that Kaiba had heaped on Jou when they were adolescents. But in the new friendship they had hammered out within the parameters of becoming brothers-in-law, he'd begun to glimpse the depths of Kaiba's feelings, and those tantalizing flashes had only served to fan the flames of his infatuation with the CEO.
Jou mused that Kaiba would be both a forceful and attentive lover. He closed his eyes and daydreamed about how easily he would find it to melt under the brunet's touch--how Kaiba's elegant hands would slide over his body--he arched in pleasure and then growled in frustration as he realized how aroused he'd made himself. He looked out the window and noticed the car had come to a halt; they'd reached their destination and the driver was waiting in the drop-off queue. Jou was thankful that he'd worn briefs and that the tux jacket would cover his crotch until he'd become more ... presentable. That is, unless he ran straight into Kaiba, he snorted. Then all bets were off.
He turned his thoughts to the day he'd spent with Aiko, and immediately his heart was flooded with tenderness. He'd fallen head over heels for the little girl and was eagerly anticipating legally becoming her father. Kaiba had offered him the services of one of his attorneys, and Jou had gratefully accepted, and while the lawyer protested vehemently, the blond had been equally stubborn about setting up a payment plan for services rendered. He was sure that Kaiba wasn't allowing the lawyer to charge his full rates, or was subsidizing him in some way, but he resigned to take that up with the brunet some other time.
He and Aiko had taken a bus to a mall and had spent hours at the toy store playing with all the demo toys. He offered to buy her anything that struck her fancy, but in the end she'd settled for a fluffy tiger-striped kitten that she'd immediately named Rini, which she'd informed Jou over lunch had been the name of her cat before she came to live at the 'big house,' her description of the orphanage.
He was still discovering different facets of her past and though he was no longer treating her -- Dr. Watanabe had removed him from Aiko's case as soon as he'd let her know that he wanted to start adoption procedures -- he couldn't help but open a line of questions about Rini. It turned out that Rini had disappeared long before the fateful night when Aiko's mother was murdered, and Jou thought blackly that the woman's boyfriend probably had something to do with that too. He was filled with compassion and a sense of protectiveness for the four-year-old; she'd suffered more loss in her short life than most people ever experienced, and he wanted to make possible for her the kind of future she deserved.
All too soon, he'd found himself dropping her off at the orphanage. While he was there he checked in with the administrator on the status of his application, and was frustrated by the lack of progress. He'd be sure to check in with his lawyer to see if the process could be expedited in any way. Aiko was due to begin school in September and he only had the summer to find a bigger place and get her settled in.
The car had pulled up to the entrance of the Hilton Hotel, and the doorman opened the door for Jounouchi to step out. Mokuba had insisted that the engagement party for business associates be held in the elegant China Blue restaurant that graced the hotel's top floor and offered a commanding view of Domino City. It was a pragmatic decision as well; as all the guests invited from out of town along with the wedding party had been given overnight accommodations as party favors. If he hadn't planned on spending the day with Aiko, Jou would have spent it either poolside or in the luxury spa along with Shizuka as she prepared for the celebration. He snorted at that thought. Who was he kidding? If he'd checked in earlier, he would have been making a pest of himself with the kitchen staff of the restaurant, overseeing every detail. He was hit with a pang of sadness. He'd finally given notice at Chez Pierre and he knew he'd miss the job that had been the stability in his life as he transitioned from high school to college to graduate school. He'd wanted to lighten his workload for the summer, as much to spend time with Kaiba as Aiko. He was looking forward to the year-long internship he was to begin in the fall at the esteemed Domino City Children's Hospital, but the transition into a full-time clinical position had been causing him a fair amount of anxiousness.
"I'll take this to your room sir. The last elevator banque has been reserved for Kaiba guests, please proceed to the restaurant." The doorman handed Jounouchi his room-key and retrieved his overnight bag from the limousine trunk. He was still taken aback when treated with the courtesy that was afforded anyone who was affiliated with the Kaiba brothers; he wondered if after all the years he'd been looked down upon with suspicion (many times with good reason he admitted), he would ever get used to being treated with even a modicum of respect and deference. He supposed it was not only his alliance, but also the simple fact that he was getting older and becoming an upstanding citizen.
He followed the doorman's instructions and was soon being whisked skyward, along with several other party guests. The elevator doors opened up and the group spilled into the restaurant lobby. A wall of floor-to-ceiling windows gave a panoramic vista of the Domino City skyline at sunset. It was a spectacular view dominated by the shimmering Kaiba Corp building. Jounouchi and the other guests funneled into the restaurant dining room where Mokuba, Shizuka and Kaiba were greeting guests.
The Kaiba brothers looked amazing in their custom tuxedos, but Shizuka looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sleeveless green bamboo print silk chiffon gown that enhanced her green eyes and contrasted beautifully with her auburn hair. The figure-skimming material highlighted his sister's body in a most sophisticated way. Jou's heart swelled with pride as he gazed at her, so poised and radiant next to her intended. They really did make a great couple. He glanced at Kaiba, who was deep in conversation with another businessman, someone important no doubt, by the attention with which the brunet was paying to him.
He could tell from Kaiba's body language though that something was bothering him, there was a stiffness to his carriage that Jou had come to learn meant that the brunet was unhappy. He didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that Kaiba had yet to fully come to terms with his brother's decision. But Jou had to give the brunet credit; he was doing his best to play the doting older brother.
He was thankful that he had not been enlisted to be part of the receiving line for this affair, and that he could seek out Honda, who'd more than likely stationed himself at the bar, and have a relatively relaxing evening. Or as relaxing as possible while ducking his father. He felt his stomach turn at that thought and prayed to whatever gods he could think of that the elder Jounouchi would be on good behavior. He probably would be fine as long as he avoided drinking. At least from the bar, Jou had a chance at keeping track of the amount of alcohol his father consumed. He waited behind the other guests as they were each greeted in turn, and wished once again that Shizuka had not been so insistent on inviting both their father and their mother, but she really was an idealist when it came to their parents. No, correction, Shizuka always looked for the good in everyone, it was part of her sweet nature.
As irate as his sister had been at Ryou and Malik for what they'd done to her older brother, she'd been the first in the gang to extend an olive branch to the couple -- of course, only after she'd run it by Jounouchi. He'd been rather relieved that the rift had been closed and the circle of friends was once again complete, even if he and Ryou had still kept to the habit of avoiding each other.
He greeted his sister and future brother-in-law, exchanging pleasantries and remarking on how great they both looked. Shizuka and Mokuba, though, were both far too distracted by the line that was forming behind him to engage in any meaningful conversation, so he hugged his sister and whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked and how proud of her he was before spying Honda sitting alone in the ambient blue light at the lacquered bar. Apparently Otogi was using this occasion to work the room, so the two old friends would get to spend some quality time together. As he passed by Kaiba, he heard the brunet excuse himself from the conversation, and a moment later he felt a tug at his arm.
"Where are you heading off to, Katsuya?" Kaiba's baritone sent thrills up the blond's spine, and he drank in how perfect and gorgeous the brunet looked. It was going to be a long night, he thought forlornly. Then a wicked thought crossed his mind, a long night indeed, if he could convince the brunet to come back to his room for a spell.
"I-I'm just heading over to the bar to hang with Honda." He replied. "Kinda getting myself out of the way."
Kaiba gazed at him evenly, and Jou was acutely aware of his slender fingers wrapped around his forearm, he sensed each individual digit through the thin material of his shirt and jacket. "I'll come by later." He said cryptically. Jou nodded in reply and headed over to Honda.
They passed the night agreeably, commenting on all the backslapping and elbow-rubbing. Every once in a while, someone would come over and introduce themselves to Jou, and he would be reminded that most of Japan thought he was Kaiba's significant other, in addition to the bride's brother. Not that that fact prevented a fair amount of young men and women from flirting shamelessly with the brunet, though Kaiba remained oblivious to the attention, effortlessly shifting from conversation to conversation like the perfect host that he was.
Yugi, stag for the occasion because Yami was in New York City curating an Egyptian exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, came over as soon as he'd made the required rounds of greeting business associates and clients. The three friends shared a round of drinks and enjoyed the butler-served canap�s that came their way. The event had been choreographed to be a relaxed affair; there were some short speeches of congratulations from a few of the more esteemed guests, but mostly it was a time for Mokuba and Shizuka to mingle and allow his associates to become better acquainted with his fianc�e. She handled all the attention well, engaging in animated conversation with anyone and everyone, basking in the attention without seeming to enjoy it overly. Once again, Jou was reminded of how perfectly his young friend and his sister were matched.
His mother cornered him as he was coming out of the men's restroom. "Katsuya, I think your father has had a bit too much to drink. I'd hate for him to make a scene." Jou rolled his eyes. Of course ~he~ was expected to keep the old man in line. It had been his job ever since she left him behind.
"I'll go have a little chat with him," he said resignedly. He'd been keeping an eye on his father all night and knew that his mother's assessment was probably accurate. He'd tried to get the bartender to slow down the steady stream of drinks, but his father had then started ordering from various waiters that he happened upon. As the hours advanced, Jou had noticed more and more his father's loud voice cutting obnoxiously through the dwindling crowd. So far he'd only been bragging about how proud he was of his "little girl," but experience told Jou that he could turn mean in a heartbeat.
"Oh, and Katsuya? Whatever possessed you to buy Shizuka her wedding dress?" He took a deep breath, he had known that little feat of insubordination would need to be addressed. He decided head on was best; he really didn't owe the woman much.
"It's the one she wanted, Mother." He said testily. "Why wouldn't ~you~ pay for it?" He could tell she hadn't expected his parry. Her green eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment he felt the intense panic that had gripped him as a child when she had been pissed off at him for some transgression. But he'd gotten over that years ago, and he held his ground.
"Whatever you think you need to prove." She said coolly. "Just go see about your father." She added, indicating their conversation was over. She slipped past him before he could reply.
He found his father returning from the bar with a fresh drink in hand. Apparently the old man had taken his son's absence as an opportunity for a refill. Jou would have found their intricate dance amusing if he wasn't living through it at the moment.
"Pops, I think it's time we get ya to your room." He said quietly as he intercepted him.
"Oh, so my ~gay~ son finally acknowledges my presence?" The older man slurred.
"Dad, this isn't the time or place-"
"Oh no, I think this place is as good as any. 'Sides you won't give me the time of day anymore. Where is your faggot lover anyway?" he added, his voice getting louder. He cast about looking for Kaiba in an exaggerated fashion and Jou prayed that the brunet was not within earshot. He saw the CEO across the room in deep conversation with a couple of older men. From the corner of his eye though, Jou caught the curious glances of nearby guests. Shit they were attracting attention. The last thing Shizuka needed was their father's behavior to end up reported in the gossip columns.
"Come on Dad, let's talk about this somewhere else before-"
"Before ~what~?" his father snarled. "Before ~I~ embarrass ~you~? My son who takes it up the ass is afraid I'm gonna embarrass him!" He called out to no one in particular. Jou glanced again at Kaiba, his stomach turning. The brunet had disengaged from his conversation and was making his way toward them. He had the distinct impression that things were about to get very ugly.
"The only one you're embarrassing is yourself!" Jounouchi hissed under his breath before he addressed his father. "Okay," he conceded, "You want to chew me out for who I am, and the life I lead, then let's go somewhere else. Let's not ruin Shizuka's party." He said in a conciliatory tone, not belying his irritation. He reached for his father's arm to steer him away from the approaching brunet. The older man pulled out of the blond's grip, and sucker-punched him. Before Jou had a chance to react, he was sprawling helplessly backwards, only to be caught by strong arms. Fuck, he'd forgotten how quick with a punch his old man could be.
"I got your back, Buddy," Honda assured him as he helped Jou get his balance. Relief washed over him, he could always depend on his hazel-eyed friend. He turned to see that Kaiba had grabbed his father by his jacket. He couldn't see the brunet's face but he watched in amazement as the surliness drained from his father's face to be replaced by fear before anger once again asserted itself.
"Lemme go Hon, I gotta stop him," he said obtusely, as he didn't know which of the two men would inflict more damage at this point. Honda relaxed his grip and shadowed Jou as he approached them.
" ... you were here for one reason only, despite your son's misgivings, your daughter wants you to be part of the celebration. Your behavior is inexcusable, and you are no longer welcome here." Kaiba said in his dead serious voice. "And let me tell you one more thing, you stupid bastard, if you ever lay a hand on your son like that again, I will make it my life's mission to ensure you wish you'd never been born. Am I-"
"Kaiba, let him go." Jounouchi said evenly. "I'm going to see my father to his room." When the brunet turned toward him, he was shocked at the anger in the other's face. For a moment Jou thought it was directed toward him. Honda stepped in and took hold of the older Jounouchi, moving him away from the pair.
Wordlessly Kaiba let his thumb traced Jou's cheek where his father's punch had landed, and once again Jou could see rage cloud his eyes.
"Fine Jounouchi." The brunet gritted and he spun away from the blond angrily.
"Seto?" Jou called after him.
He turned toward Jou and responded icily, "What is it, Jounouchi?"
"I-I'll be right back, 'kay?"
"Whatever. Just take care of your ~father~." He spat, leaving Jou to wonder why in the hell he was so pissed, and if he'd ever get an answer to that question. Honda shepherded the older man back toward his son, and as Jounouchi steered his now docile father toward the elevators, he hoped that Kaiba hadn't misconstrued his actions to be anything other than removing his father from the party before he caused any more of a spectacle.
By the time he had returned to the restaurant after listening to his father's rambling apologies and lamentations about his miserable life while managing to get him securely into the bed, Kaiba was nowhere to be seen, and no one seemed to know where the brunet had gone.
Finally in his frustration, he sought out Mokuba. "Do you know where Seto is?"
"Jou, he had to leave on a business trip tonight. You mean he didn't tell you?" His young friend asked in concern. He stood there dumbly, trying to recall if Kaiba may have mentioned an upcoming trip in passing.
"He probably just forgot," Mokuba recovered. "You know how my brother is about those kinds of details." He added unconvincingly.
"Yeah, I'm sure that was it." Jounouchi said flatly. He felt a sinking feeling in his heart as for the first time he seriously entertained that there would be no other level to his relationship with Kaiba. Dejectedly, he said his good-byes and drifted down to his room, sighing bitterly in the realization at just how off-base his idea of spending the night with the brunet had been. He slipped out of the rented tux, carefully hanging up its components so as to avoid any unnecessary charges, and then padded into the bathroom to wash up before bed.
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