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Several Days Later

It was already dark when Kaiba left the office. Most of his employees had punched their cards and disappeared already, and since it was beginning to get dark sooner in the day, he could see the sun sinking over the cityscape as he entered the parking garage. It was major disappointment to him, really. He liked leaving while the sun was still out, if only so he could go do things with Mokuba, but with winter coming, that wouldn't be possible.
He had his briefcase in right hand hand, keys in his left. It wasn't cold enough yet for a jacket, and he was just wearing a black turtleneck sweater and white slim pants when he finally reached his car to unlock the door.
He had a weird sense that he was being followed, but wasn't sure what caused it. Regardless, he could feel someone's presence. Someone was close by, watching him from a distance, and his body grew tense from the anticipation of a fight.
It wasn't like he couldn't protect himself. His keys would scar a man's face for life, and even more damaging was his training. Isono had been an invaluable and experienced self-defense trainer. He knew more Muay Thai and Brazillian jiu jitsu than he'd ever need in his life, not to mention more than what was required to take down a foolhardy mugger. He was like a walking talking martial arts poster child, in all honesty, but he kept it under wraps as much as possible. A major advantage of martial arts was surprising an attacker with skill. No need to let people know how they should best prepare for facing him.
As he unlocked the door to his car, he felt someone's hand grab at his shoulder before he swung around and snagged them, pushing them against his Ferrari before he realized who it was.
Thank god he didn't shove his "attacker" too hard. It was Jonouchi, who was now glaring at him; Kaiba let go, frowning.
"Don't sneak up on me like that."
"I wasn't even sneaking," Jonouchi muttered, straightening out his shirt. It was one of the tight ones Kitamura had bought, and Kaiba had moved it out of place to the point that it was exposing his stomach. "You're just paranoid. Yet inattentive. Not the best combination, Kaiba."
Jonouchi snickered. The guy wouldn't last five minutes in his neighborhood. Then again, he did have pretty good reflexes. He might be able to beat on some punks until they ran. Not so much with the Yakuza and their guns.
"Sorry for shocking you."
"Yeah, whatever. Was Mokuba planning on seeing you tonight or are you just hanging around Kaiba Corporation because you have nothing else better to do? You shouldn't be lurking around the parking garage."
Jonouchi hesitated to respond. He knew he'd have to tell Kaiba what his motivation was, but it didn't make him any less embarrassed about it. Mokuba had snickered at him when he'd asked, urgently, when his brother usually left the office. He doubted Kaiba would be any less amused.
"I wanted to talk to you, actually," he replied, "So I waited for you to come out here."
"Oh."
"Yeah," Jonouchi stared at his still-unscuffed sneakers, feeling nervous, "I wanted to talk about what happened in your office, since we didn't really..."
Well, Kaiba should have seen that coming. He'd managed not to see Jonouchi for some three days after the event, and that was almost a relief, considering how embarrassed he was after the fact. He didn't like losing self-control, and knowing he'd been inches away from giving up entirely was a hard pill to swallow. Leaning against his car and crossing his arms and legs, he thought about his response to Jonouchi's request.
"What exactly is there to talk about? It happened. I don't regret it, but I'm not looking for repeats either."
"Oh. Well, that's partly true for me, I guess," Jonouchi replied, clearing his throat, "I'm not upset we did it at all. I was a little nervous that morning because I thought you'd be mad, but you weren't. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression."
He paused, debating whether or not to continue as he looked at Kaiba's pants instead of his face. White pants? Jonouchi had never seen those before. It was always black or dark blue jeans for Kaiba, it seemed. Or leather.
"But, if you wanted to mess around again, I'd be happy to oblige."
"I don't see how that's a good idea," replied Kaiba.
It wasn't like he would mind it, but it seemed messy to him. The chance of complications made him uneasy, and he couldn't make up his mind about whether going along with his repressed sexual desires was actually a good idea or not. Especially with Jonouchi, of all people.
"We don't even get along just talking to each other."
"Well, that's something that can be improved," Jonouchi shrugged, "We're already doing better now than we have...ever. I'd like to keep fooling around, unless you think it would make you uncomfortable."
He was probably more hopeful than he should be. Kaiba hadn't wanted to in the first place, and the likelihood that he did now was low.
"I'm not uncomfortable with fooling around, Jonouchi. I can handle myself."
"Then what's the problem? I think you were right about going all the way. I don't think I'm comfortable with that much. But other stuff, I'm fine with that."
More than fine. He was still eager about possibly having full-on penetrative sex with Kaiba, but he was backing off for the time being. Kaiba didn't need to know how often that was on his mind. Hopefully he wouldn't become aware of the condoms and lube he had taken to keeping on hand.
"Making out is fine. And frottage was pretty good, in my opinion."
Kaiba scoffed. He wasn't sure how Jonouchi's suggestion sounded like a good idea, but he wouldn't comment on that at the moment. He needed to get home. It was late. Mokuba was waiting for him, he was hungry as it was, and the ride would take at least half an hour to get out in the burbs if traffic was in his favor.
He opened the door, unlocking the vehicle and settling into the driver's seat. Rather than responding to Jonouchi, he just silently thought over the situation, not yet sure if the pros outweighed the cons. He opened the passenger door for Jonouchi.
"Are you coming or not?"
"Um, yeah," Jonouchi was surprised at the offer of a ride. He didn't even know where they were going. Was Kaiba taking him home, or just to Kaiba Mansion? He still didn't seem decided about fooling around, which made Jonouchi a little awkward. He sat quietly in the passenger seat as they left the parking garage, and spoke once they were on the main roads.
"Where are we going?"
"Home."
"Oh," Jonouchi watched through the windshield as they drove toward the outskirts. He hadn't thought he was going to be invited over, but he wasn't complaining. "Cool."
He wasn't sure what Kaiba's intention was. He hadn't said anything, but he was taking Jonouchi home. It was after dark, so he'd much rather go to Kaiba's place than his own. Still, he didn't know what he was going to be doing there. Would Mokuba be awake when he arrived? Would he even want to hang out?
And if not, would he be able to pass the time with Kaiba? That sounded promising.
He didn't say anything as they drove. He didn't want to annoy Kaiba with chatter, and it seemed like he wanted time to think, anyway. Jonouchi just took the opportunity to relax. He'd been doing nothing but walking since the day he saw Kitamura. All day long, strolling around uptown, trying to find someplace that was hiring. Unfortunately, the tourist season was coming to an end, and places were closing their hiring processes. Jonouchi's timing was pretty awful.
His feet hurt. The shoes Kitamura had bought him were definitely better than his almost-destroyed sneakers, but even they only protected him from so much. Having a ride to Kaiba Mansion was preferable to taking the metro downtown and skittering to his apartment before the gangs saw him.
When they arrived at Kaiba Mansion, Kaiba stopped in front of the main entryway. The two of them got out of the car, and Jonouchi followed Kaiba to the front door.
"So..." he began, "Is Mokuba home?"
"He should be."
Walking into the foyer, he was surprised to find the house empty. Usually Mokuba was bounding down the stairs to greet him, and when he went into the kitchens to ask after him, the chef said he hadn't even asked for dinner. That he had left an hour after school ended...
Well, someone wasn't taking their grounding very seriously, but Kaiba wasn't going to go chasing after the kid. Not this time. Embarrassing him by finding his friend's house and showing up to collect him wouldn't end that well, and considering he usually didn't hang around kids his age (unless they were female), Kaiba wasn't going to complain. He'd deal with it in the morning. Mokuba would eventually have to return home.
"I guess he ran off with a friend. Looks like you're stuck with me tonight..."
Kaiba led Jonouchi upstairs. There were quite a few, and he ascended them briskly before wandering down a few hallways to reach his bedroom. It was better than the one he used to have, with the four poster bed. After Gozaburo died, Kaiba had it refurbished, but it still gave him the creeps. He didn't sleep easy there.
"There should be dinner coming up soon, if you're hungry," he informed Jonouchi, "And you can use the TV or game stations if you'd like. I have work to finish."
Then, grabbing his briefcase and heading towards the study close by, he disappeared.
"Oh, okay," Jonouchi stared in the direction Kaiba had gone. When he'd said he was "stuck" with him, he'd assumed they'd be doing something together. He'd hoped they'd be doing something together...a lot of things, actually.
Jonouchi ended up waiting for dinner, since he'd missed lunch and was definitely hungry. After he'd scarfed it down, he preoccupied himself with the games. For a little while. He couldn't really focus, and after an hour or two, he just lost interest. It might be different if he could play regularly, but it was a one-time thing. Wandering Cyrodiil just didn't mean as much if he wasn't coming back anytime soon.
He fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was dark; the only light was from the moon, which cast a silvery glow over the floor and bed. Shouldn't he be pleased? He was in Kaiba Mansion's master bedroom playing video games. But he wasn't quite content. He didn't really feel comfortable in the room after Kaiba had left. Especially since he'd been sitting in the dark, which wasn't a good idea to begin with. The house already gave him the creeps, this room in particular.
He sat up, deciding he'd go bother Kaiba. Maybe he'd let him read or watch TV in his study. Anything was better than being in this room by himself, feeling restless. Besides, there were better things he could be doing with Kaiba that evening. He wanted to see if he'd had made up his mind.
When he got to the study, the knob was flush to the door. It was locked. He knocked, hoping that Kaiba wouldn't ignore him. He had every right, of course, but still. It would be kind of an asshole thing to do.
"Kaiba? Hello?"
He heard something from inside. It sounded like "calm your tits", but Jonouchi wasn't sure. The doorknob popped out, and Jonouchi turned it, entering the room. Kaiba was in the process of stumbling to the couch. At first, Jonouchi thought maybe he was injured, but after a little more observation, he realized he was just drunk. That was interesting.
"So, looks like you were having a good time," Jonouchi joked. Or maybe not. Kaiba didn't drink because it enhanced his life experience. He did it out of depression. So maybe he wasn't feeling great.
"Living the dream," he remarked, lying on his stomach and tilting his head to the side before sighing, "Every single fucking day."
He didn't really want Jonouchi watching him, but it was already too late. His fault for taking advantage of Mokuba not being around and deciding to have a go at the sake he had in the cooler near his desk so he could drink in the privacy of his office without people poking at him and asking about what he was doing.
Especially when it came to his brother. Usually he could hold off and wait until the kid was in bed before making himself stupid. The drinking just cleared his head, made everything fuzzy and easy to deal with when he had too many thoughts running through his head. From work projects to physics to just figuring out what to do with himself, he wasn't entirely sure how to get through each day when he just didn't care. Drinking kept him from having to think about it.
So he drank.
"Did you want to play house again in my office?" He asked, his voice a little slurred and incoherent thanks to the alcohol and his accent, "We won't get locked in this time..."
Then he face planted into the pillow, groaning. His head hurt. He wasn't pacing himself well.
"That depends on what you mean by "play house"," Jonouchi snickered. He sat at the edge of a couch cushion by Kaiba's legs. He seemed pretty drunk. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to hit on him right now. "I was just wondering if you'd made a decision about fooling around, but it doesn't look like you did a lot of thinking in here."
"I'm always thinking," Kaiba looked back at Jonouchi pointedly before glaring, "I'm never not thinking about something... And I haven't made up my mind about you yet. Why does it matter to you so much? It's not like you're being starved."
"No, but then again, I have quite an appetite," Jonouchi smirked, "And I guess you could call yourself a delicacy, in that context. It's very important to me whether or not I'm going to get to dry hump with you or not."
"You have strange priorities."
"Well, you already covered food and shelter for me. Logical next step is to figure out sex, right?"
Kaiba just stared at him for a while, unsure of how to respond. Yes, if they were damn cave people, it would go that way, but they weren't. And he didn't think Jonouchi was his responsibility to care for, he just didn't want him staggering back home like an idiot after dark to his shit apartment in the ghettos.
"You seem really eager."
"If I recall, you said you would be too, in my shoes," Jonouchi snickered, "Can you blame me? I mean, look at what my options are, here. I might get to fool around with you. That seems pretty great to me."
He wasn't being very subtle, but Kaiba was so drunk, he probably didn't care. And it was fun teasing, in Jonouchi's opinion. Especially since Kaiba was so nonchalant about the whole thing.
"If I was willing," Kaiba offered, turning onto his back and sitting up against the arm of the couch, "What would you want to do?"
"Well, I liked making out with you. That was great," Jonouchi grinned, "And I didn't mind lying under you. Or straddling you, whichever you feel like doing. I'm flexible."
He wondered if Kaiba was just making conversation out of curiosity, or if he was genuinely interested. Jonouchi didn't have the skills to calculate which.
"But," Kaiba interrupted, looking at Jonouchi more intently than before, "If I was willing, what would you want to do? Really want to do?"
He moved so he was now lying towards Jonouchi's side, letting his legs hang off the arm of the couch and crossing them while staring at his companion's face. It was interesting figuring out people. Their motives. Why they wanted him, and for what reason. Jonouchi didn't seem like he wanted anything more than really good sex, but he could never be sure.
"If I wasn't going to turn you down."
"Um," Jonouchi wasn't sure exactly what he meant. If he was talking about sex, or something other than that. His tone made the context questionable. Jonouchi wasn't sure what to say. He was hesitant to mention anything about dating, since he didn't think it was a good idea in the first place, and he was already technically attached. He knew Kaiba wasn't interested in him, and while he might be willing to give it a try himself, it would probably end badly. For him. Kaiba would go on his merry way, in all likelihood.
"I would want...whatever you were willing to give," he answered. Kaiba was close enough that Jonouchi could get little whiffs of his cologne. He'd worn some today himself, trying to impress managers while he went around for interviews. People certainly seemed to like him more when he seemed like he wasn't Jap trash. "Why do you ask?"
"I was curious."
He started staring at the ceiling, before looking back over at Jonouchi's eyes, peering at him quizzically like something was amiss.
"You're different today. Your clothes aren't right and you smell like you've been wearing cologne you can't actually afford, and while I think Ralph Lauren is rather nice... I don't think it fits you. I like your normal smell.
Your shoes doesn't don't look right. There's not enough color."
"Oh, well," Jonouchi felt self-conscious. Why Kaiba was so uncomfortable with actual decent clothes on him, he wasn't sure. Maybe he didn't like being surprised with the change. "I'm looking for a new job. Managers like you better if your shoes aren't multi-colored kicks that are about to fall apart, and you don't seem like trash off the street."
His rude habits and accent did him no favors. At least if looks could get him a foot in the door, he could use his friendliness and charm to his advantage. Still, putting on cologne wasn't something that he felt was appropriate for his life. He resolved to stop when he had another job.
"I can't believe you even noticed my normal smell. I figured you'd like the cologne better. You wear it all the time..."
"It's unsettling. Not what I was expecting," he admitted.
He didn't like Jonouchi all dressed up and obviously trying to look like something he wasn't. It was strange. And it made Kaiba feel almost uncomfortable with the change, like he was turning into someone else. Someone he didn't know from before. The designer clothes and other crap didn't suit him at all. He knew Jonouchi's personality well enough to figure out that he didn't belong in thigh-hugging jeans and tight stretch shirts.
"Who was dressing you? I know you didn't pick out this stuff yourself."
"I got advice from someone who's a lot more successful than I am," Jonouchi replied. Kaiba was acting weird. Jonouchi could stand to wear something a little less tight, in his opinion, but having nice clothes for the first time didn't exactly upset him. Maybe next time he'd actually be able to pick for himself.
"And apparently more gay, too."
"I didn't ask. It's not like I know shit about clothes. I would have probably ended up with something that didn't even fit right if I didn't have help."
He raised an eyebrow. Jonouchi still wasn't sure about Kitamura. He didn't know if he was actually gay, or just...not choosy. Little things he did seemed queer, but on the whole...Jonouchi couldn't tell. Maybe eventually he'd just come right out and ask.
"What, you don't like the way I look?" Jonouchi asked, smirking. "You at least have to admit these jeans make my ass look pretty good."
"Still not as good as mine..."
"Well, I think that would require more than a good pair of pants," Jonouchi laughed, "Trust me, I don't think I've surpassed you, by any means."
His attention was drawn to the white pants Kaiba was wearing. They seemed to be some kind of denim, but they fit snugly and had a very smooth surface. Not quite as nice as Kaiba's leather pants, but still pretty good looking on him.
"Are you saying that my new clothes are unattractive? Because if that's all that's stopping you, I'll take them off."
"Pfft, no. They just don't seem like you."
"So you aren't put off, then?" Jonouchi grinned, scooting a little closer to Kaiba on the couch. "What's making you so indecisive?"
Kaiba raised an eyebrow when he felt his personal space being invaded, but did nothing. He was too drunk to move, and laying on his stomach still, he just stared at Jonouchi before thinking of something to say, raising his head with his chin.
"What's making you so horny?"
"You, obviously," Jonouchi purred, meeting Kaiba's eyes, "You should already know that after what happened a few days ago."
"I thought you'd cool off. Eventually."
"Cool off? Sorry, but pounding me into the couch and getting me excited isn't going to do much to cool me off. I'm not gonna die or anything, but I'd prefer doing something rather than not."
Amused, Kaiba snorted before looking away. Well, how exactly was he supposed to respond to that? Jonouchi would probably not let it go, for a long time, and in his drunken state, he couldn't make up his mind what to do. He was in the same dilemma as before, in the same place, unsure over what choice was the right choice.
Sure, he liked sexual things. It was nice. But Jonouchi was an acquaintance. Or friend. Whichever, he wasn't someone he was supposed to go fucking around with.
"You make things hard, Jonouchi."
"Then we're on the right track," Jonouchi joked, "But in all seriousness...I do want to fool around with you. It's only as awkward as you make it, Kaiba, and if you don't make it awkward, then I don't have to feel awkward either. There's nothing wrong with getting frisky, if it's something we both want."
"Frisky is a retarded word."
"Yeah, yeah," Jonouchi rolled his eyes, "You know what I meant. Don't avoid the topic."
Kaiba might not actually be sober enough to think about it. Jonouchi was disappointed at the thought. It wasn't like a chance like this would just pop up again. More often than not, Jonouchi was with Mokuba when he went to Kaiba Mansion, and Kaiba was always busy. For them to have time alone, in a secluded place, with Mokuba not even in the house...
"I'm not avoiding the topic." He didn't like the couch. It was uncomfortable. "But I am going to bed."
He got up and staggered over to the desk, shutting his laptop off before taking the sake and walking off into his bedroom. It was an unsettling place, for him at least, but Jonouchi had left the TV on and whatever game was still paused, and Kaiba slipped off his shoes before placing the alcohol on his bedside table and falling face down into the pillows again.
The door closed, and he could hear Jonouchi coming inside. He figured he'd follow. At least he wouldn't be alone tonight.
"It's still chilled. The sake. If you want it."
Or else it would go to waste. There was no way he was going to drink the entire bottle. Maybe Jonouchi would be interested, and Kaiba was too wasted to worry about him being underaged. Oh fucking well.
"Um," Jonouchi was sorely tempted. He liked drinking, and being tipsy while possibly fooling around with Kaiba seemed like a fun idea, but he had a feeling he shouldn't. Kaiba was drunk, and if he was drunk too...well, that could end badly. They might have some regrets the next day if neither of them was responsible enough to stop.
"No thanks," he declined, lounging on the bed beside Kaiba, "I think I'll go without."
Kaiba was lying on his stomach. That wasn't exactly a receptive position. Maybe they'd just be sleeping tonight, after all. Or Kaiba was too lazy to roll over. Jonouchi poked his waist to see if that would work.
He got slapped before Kaiba's head turned around.
"What are you doing?" He asked, "I'm not fat. Stop poking me like a pincushion."
"What-" Jonouchi had no idea why Kaiba even mentioned fat. Someone was sensitive. "Sorry. I was trying to figure out what you're up to. If you're tired, you can just lie on your back, you know."
"I'm not tired. I'm an insomniac."
"So..." Jonouchi lay on his side, facing Kaiba. The light from the television was the only reason he could actually see. He shifted close enough that Kaiba was in arm's reach and tucked his hair out of his face. "What do you want to do while you're awake? I already told you a good way to sleep."
He ran his fingers through Kaiba's hair. He seemed to be allowing it, so Jonouchi continued. It was funny how much Kaiba tolerated that. Maybe it was just something he really enjoyed. Jonouchi had a bit of a thing for hair, too. Just in a different way.
"We could give it a try," he suggested quietly. Their faces were close enough that he could be heard even in a murmur. "Last time we stopped without finishing what we started."
"Then how exactly would we finish?" Asked Kaiba, looking back before just turning around and laying on his side, "I already told you that I couldn't just fuck you because you want that. It's not right. You like me, and I don't care if you won't admit it, I'm pretty positive about you. I'm good at reading people."
"Yeah, whatever," Jonouchi brushed off the subject. He didn't need to analyze how much or little he was crushing on Kaiba, if at all. "I'm not talking about full-on sex. You're too drunk. But there are other things. We could do frottage and not stop in the middle this time."
"So you want to see me naked then?" He asked, raising a brow. "I'm not sure if I want to be that generous tonight. Why should I give you that pleasure?"
"Because it feels better without clothes," Jonouchi smiled, "Because it's more satisfying if we can touch each others' skin. It's not just for my pleasure, Kaiba. I'm sure you'll enjoy it, too."
"I'll consider it," he teased, rolling onto his back, "But only after you tell me about this crush of yours. I want to hear the truth, Jonouchi. No more of that saving face bullshit."
He stared at Jonouchi after that, his blue eyes not letting up from peering at Jonouchi's hazel ones, despite being nearly in the dark. The room was dim, and he could still make out enough to catch his gaze; he moved closer to him before tickling his arm playfully with his finger tips.
"Tell me you like me."
"Pfft, why, to feed your inner romantic?" Jonouchi asked. He sighed, still reluctant to admit to anything. Not that Kaiba didn't already know, and apparently wasn't bothered by it, but Jonouchi didn't want to say that out loud. He had enough complications in his life without a crush on Kaiba, of all people.
"If you're that determined, then fine. I do like you a little. Don't make a big deal out of it, I'm not even sure why."
"I want to know why though," he asked, "There's always a reason for it."
"I don't know. You're appealing, I guess? I try not to think about it," Jonouchi felt his face heating up. At least it probably wasn't visible in the low light. "I mean, outside of looks."
Kaiba was okay when he wasn't being horrible. It had been a while since he'd actually tossed an insult, surprisingly enough. It wasn't like he hadn't had plenty of opportunity. Maybe he actually had changed his mind about Jonouchi.
"Your personality is attractive, when you aren't insulting me," he stated hesitantly, "There are a lot of things I like about it. I just got distracted from it when you were an asshole to me. You seem to have decided against doing that, lately."
"I figured you weren't going to leave me alone regardless."
"Figured that out, did you?" Jonouchi grinned. "You're pretty sharp after all. Aren't you glad I stuck around, though? Now you have a willing bed buddy."
Kaiba snorted, rolling his eyes before moving his head up higher against the pillows. Like he was starving for sex. Offers came steadily, from both sides, and he was rather amused by Jonouchi, but wasn't going to inform him about how much attention he received. He probably already knew that.
"Tch."
Jonouchi snickered at Kaiba's expense before falling silent for a few seconds. Kaiba's hand was still on his arm. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening at the moment. Pillow talk wasn't the first thing he'd had on his agenda for the evening, but whatever. It wasn't exactly normal to talk openly with Kaiba.
"Why are you so concerned about me liking you?" Jonouchi asked. Kaiba's eyes were closed. He was still stroking his hair. "Are you just trying to spare my feelings, or what?"
"I don't want you becoming that stalker ex-girlfriend."
"Oh, god," Jonouchi snorted, "Are you kidding? No, that isn't going to happen. I'm not that sensitive. I appreciate you not jumping at the chance to fuck me, I guess, but wow. I'm not going to tie you up in my basement because we fooled around."
"Jonouchi, you can't afford a basement," Kaiba informed him, being far too literal about his comment, "And you're always around. You're the only loser who still talks to Mokuba on a daily basis, and I don't want my screw ups messing with his happiness. So it's better not to do potentially irresponsible things with you, since it would just get all complicated and messy... Besides other reasons. I already told you."
"What if I promised you that I wouldn't take it out on Mokuba if something happened?" Jonouchi asked. It was a legitimate concern, he supposed, but he wasn't going to shun Mokuba because he was pissed at Kaiba. He never had before, not even when the kid was a massive brat who insulted him when he felt like it. "I'm not that vindictive, Kaiba."
"I'd rather not take a chance," he replied, looking at Jonouchi honestly, "And I don't think you'd take it out on him. But you wouldn't want to hang around here much, either."
"It wouldn't matter if I didn't see you," Jonouchi sighed, "You're worrying too much, Kaiba. We aren't dating. I won't get all broken up if we fool around and you won't cuddle afterward."
"I'm still not having sex with you."
"I can deal with that. I'm not going to try to force it on you or anything, but the offer is open."
He hoped Kaiba would change his mind eventually, but until that happened, fooling around would have to do. He could deal with just that, honestly. It was exciting enough just kissing him and grinding on him. Much as Jonouchi wanted more, he wasn't insatiable.
"It's all right, Kaiba. Don't freak out over nothing."
"I'm not freaking out."
He was about to pass out, actually. Hair petting was calming, and he hadn't opened his eyes. His breathing was slowing down, and despite all the talk of sex, nothing was happening. So he didn't feel like waking up, while he enjoyed the attention of physical affection he really received from anyone.
If he wasn't so drunk, he'd probably kick Jonouchi out. And tell him to quit petting him. He was just too out of it.
"Good," Jonouchi watched Kaiba's face. Was he falling asleep? Hopefully not. Jonouchi moved closer to him, his hand still in his hair. Kaiba didn't complain about the proximity, so he figured it was probably safe to stay there. At least for now. "So are you in the mood, or not?"
He pressed his lips to Kaiba's neck. He wasn't shy about smacking him if he didn't like what he was doing, obviously, so Jonouchi figured it was worth taking the chance. Kaiba certainly didn't seem about to instigate. He'd be lucky to get any clear verbal agreement.
Jonouchi worked his way up Kaiba's neck to his jawline, and then paused before pressing their lips together. The taste of the alcohol was lingering on his mouth, Jonouchi noticed. He didn't mind it. He could stomach sake. Kaiba didn't shut off, but he wasn't reciprocating much, and Jonouchi stopped. He wasn't sure if he was even awake anymore, or aware of what was going on.
When he stopped, Kaiba opened his eyes. He just stared at Jonouchi for a moment. They were really close, and he usually had the bad habit of looking at people's eyes more sharply than what was socially appropriate, but Jonouchi wasn't shying away. He never really did, unless he was upset, and that was the nice thing about him. He wasn't so "proper" at all. Really, he was a crude-ass person, but that made him somehow easier to be around.
And since he already had Jonouchi half way on top of him, he just sat up a little more before setting his hands on his hips. They were slim. It was interesting, how the shapes of men and women varied, and he found it fascinating that Jonouchi had such a strange mix of races that showed so clearly on his body. The European influence was very noticeable, but then there were some things about him that were clearly Japanese and couldn't be erased.
Like his almond-shaped eyes.
"So you're still awake, after all," Jonouchi commented before leaning in for another kiss. He was more confident now that he knew Kaiba wasn't reluctant. He was just lazy. It figured that sex was the one thing he didn't put one hundred and ten percent effort into. He did reciprocate, though, and Jonouchi sucked in a breath when the grip on his hips tightened.
Jonouchi moved so he was straddling Kaiba's hips properly as he lay on top of him, and he nibbled his bottom lip to make sure he didn't end up falling asleep during. That would just be uncomfortable. He felt Kaiba jump a little bit, and he grumbled when Jonouchi snickered, but he seemed to forget about his irritation when Jonouchi started grinding against him.
It was hard to do while leaning forward, but he didn't want to break the lip contact. It felt too good. His lips were soft, but he reciprocated enough that Jonouchi didn't feel like he was just being a fish. The change in Kaiba's breathing, and the occasional squeeze of his hands on his hips when he pulled him closer, was all he needed. As long as he was engaged.
"Didn't you promise me nudity?" Jonouchi asked when he paused to catch his breath. The clothes were annoying him. He remembered the feeling of skin-on-skin from the last time they'd done this, and if he was allowed to get Kaiba's pants off, then he'd consider the evening a success.
"I didn't promise you anything," mumbled Kaiba back.
He scoffed before he pulled away, wiping his mouth off before raising himself to help Jonouchi take off his shirt. It was a snug black thing, brand new probably. It didn't look worn out like his other clothes. He tossed it onto the floor before touching his bare skin, letting his fingertips trail along his ribs before holding back onto his hips.
"You have a body of an athlete," he observed, "But I didn't think you played sports."
It was certainly interesting. Jonouchi was far more cut than most men, for sure, and not so thin and boyish like a lot of Japanese males appeared to be. Thanks to his mixed roots, he'd filled out well and had a wider chest, a more husky build, and it was interesting to see how well defined his muscles were and comparing them to his own. Kaiba knew his body type was more like a model than fighter, but he was now less easy on the eyes.
"You should have. I bet you would have been good at Judo."
He grinned before taking off his own turtleneck, throwing it onto Jonouchi's face before he could react and flipping him over to now he was on his back against the bed, still straddling along Kaiba's hips.
"But not quite good enough to knock me off."
"Pfft. Cheater, that's because you don't even do Judo. Mokuba told me about you and BJJ. Looks like he wasn't just trying to scare me."
He'd known Kaiba had some kind of training. He'd seen him defend himself before. He'd also seen him knock people to the floor whether it was self-defense or not. Still, it was so infrequent that Jonouchi had assumed it wasn't any real formal training.
"So now I'm shirtless and on my back. What are you planning to do with me?"
He got one hand on the back of Kaiba's neck and pulled him down. Not that he couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to, but obviously he didn't want to. Jonouchi sat up a little to meet his lips, and then lay back down as Kaiba continued to push against him. Jonouchi didn't mind. He'd assumed Kaiba was going to be too lazy to take any initiative, but maybe he was excited enough.
Jonouchi let him lead, allowing his motions to match up until they were in sync. He let his hands slide from Kaiba's shoulders and over his chest. His muscles were so lean, it was still a little surprising. If it was at all possible, Kaiba had a lower body fat percentage than he did. Of course, they were slim for very different reasons, but Jonouchi wasn't going to complain. It was working in his favor. Kaiba obviously appreciated his looks.
His fingers eventually hooked under the hem of Kaiba's pants. He wanted them off, and his uncomfortable belt buckle out of the way. It wasn't stabbing him or anything, but it was irritating.
Jonouchi felt Kaiba's tongue pressing against his, darting over his lower lip so quickly that it made him shudder a little. He pulled down on his pants' hem, bucking into him and trying to give him a hint. He didn't want Kaiba to freak out and stop again when he went for his pants.
When he didn't get any complaints, he unfastened the buckle as Kaiba stopped grinding and started sucking on his neck. The mark he'd left before was gone now. Jonouchi felt a flash of anxiety about Kitamura seeing another one of Kaiba's marks, but he brushed it off. He liked the gesture, and he probably wouldn't be seeing Kitamura within the week.
He managed to remove Kaiba's belt, and was working on getting his pants down his hips. It wasn't easy. The angle only made it harder, and Kaiba's slacks were so snug that Jonouchi eventually became frustrated.
"I can't get your pants off," he complained. He knew Kaiba would probably laugh at him for it, but he didn't care as long as the pants were removed.
"You should ask them please."
"What?" Jonouchi stared at Kaiba sideways, wondering what exactly he meant by that. "Kaiba, just take them off. I don't want to wait."
Snorting in response, Kaiba helped himself out of them before Jonouchi had a cow, tossing them away before he started working on Jonouchi's. He didn't want to seem like he was rushing, but now he was actually pretty turned on. Body heat made him frustrated, and he liked the contact. He tugged Jonouchi's jeans off hard before moving so that they were underneath his bed covers before taking off their boxers as well.
He couldn't believe what he was doing though. Jonouchi of all people. Someone he'd known and generally disliked for years, and now he was all bothered over him and wanted to fuck his brains out. But he knew better, despite the alcohol. It would be a bad idea. He fought past the drunken boner-induced thoughts before grabbing his partner's legs and settling him against his own hips, driving him into the bed harder than before.
Jonouchi released a cry of surprise, holding on to Kaiba's back as he was forced against the mattress. He hadn't expected that level of enthusiasm, considering how things were going before they actually did anything. Not that he was displeased, of course. Kaiba being eager wasn't a bad thing.
He couldn't really move, even though his body naturally arched toward the source of the sensation. Kaiba was quick, and slammed into him so hard that he was shoved into the bed if he bucked up. He started to moan periodically, feeling a little embarrassed about getting so excited over just frottage, but he doubted Kaiba was about to mention it.
Bare skin was a vast improvement over having jeans in the way. The friction was increased, and the sensation of Kaiba's skin rubbing against his was exponentially more pleasant than rough denim. Jonouchi felt sweat building up on his skin, and his nails scraped against Kaiba's back as he tried to hold on to him. His cries were momentarily silenced by a heated kiss, but that didn't last very long. The motion was too frantic to maintain lip contact, and neither of them was going to sacrifice the friction for kissing.
Jonouchi's legs started to shake, and his eyes squeezed shut as he shuddered. He felt like he was getting close, but wasn't quite able to reach that final stretch. It was almost infuriating even as it was pleasurable.
He made a sound of surprise when Kaiba pulled back, but before he could ask about it, Kaiba grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head on the pillow. In spite of his strength, Jonouchi couldn't get away if he tried at this point. He probably should have been upset, but somehow being pinned seemed great when Kaiba started grinding again, his lips and teeth teasing Jonouchi's neck as he did so.
The feeling of exposure did nothing to discourage Jonouchi. If he had to be honest, it just turned him on more. Maybe Kaiba had known it would, which was an embarrassing thought, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset about it while he was writhing under him in pleasure. He started to climax, his breath coming quickly as he moaned shamelessly, and he felt Kaiba actually bite down on his neck.
Jonouchi almost shouted when he came, arching into Kaiba and pulling against his restraining hands before falling limp. He rode out the last waves of the orgasm as Kaiba continued grinding on him, stopping with a groan and shuddering before falling on top of him. Kaiba had certainly been more dignified about it than he had...
Kaiba was a little heavy, but Jonouchi was still catching his breath and couldn't be bothered to ask him to move. He didn't want to lose the contact just yet, anyway. He lazily lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. It was a little damp, especially at the base of his neck, but he wasn't overly bothered by sweat. There was a more troublesome substance smeared on their stomachs.
The scent of sex was heavy in the air. Jonouchi knew his own smell; before he actually started getting laid, he was a dedicated masturbator. He also identified Kaiba's smell briefly before he lost track of which was which and they just seemed like one great musk. Kaiba smelled different from Kitamura, though what caused the difference, Jonouchi couldn't identify. Maybe it was diet. He didn't know.
"Are you still awake?" He asked after a period of silence. Kaiba was breathing heavily, and didn't look like he was moving anytime soon.
"Yes."
Kaiba rolled off of him before getting out of bed and disappearing over to the bathroom. It wasn't for long; he only went to grab a damp towel, and he dropped it near Jonouchi before grabbing the remote control for the TV and turning it off. The glaring from the screen was bothering him.
Then, finally, he came back to bed and wiped all the semen off his groin. It was a little gross, he wasn't going to lie, but it was easy enough to get rid of. And once that was done, he went back and dumped it all in the sink to take care of in the morning before turning onto his stomach to sleep.
"Don't stare at my ass, Jonouchi," He remarked, smirking a little with his eyes closed, "I know you'll feel tempted."
"I can't stare while I'm sleeping, calm down," Jonouchi rolled his eyes, "Besides, I'm not in the mood for it. Even I can't get horny right after something like that..."
He was drained, physically, but the pain in his feet and legs was gone and he felt relaxed. And satisfied, for once. He lay on his side, facing Kaiba. He was lying on his stomach. Jonouchi noticed that he seemed to do that only when he had been drinking. Probably to avoid strangling on vomit.
"That was nice, by the way. Thanks."
"I didn't mean to bite you so hard... Don't punch me tomorrow if you bruise. I'll pay you back. With food or something."
"Don't worry about it," Jonouchi chuckled, "It was a nice touch. But I won't mind getting fed, anyway."
He hadn't expected that much aggression. He was happy about it, but it had been unexpected. Kaiba seemed so hesitant and reserved about sex that Jonouchi was shocked by his behavior when they actually did something. Pulling hair had been one thing, but tonight was something else entirely...
"Maybe we can eat together in the morning before you escape to your office."
"If we eat together, doesn't that make it a date?" Asked Kaiba, opening his eyes and batting his lashes flirtatiously, "Sure. We can do that."
Jonouchi snorted, but a smile spread across his face anyway. He wasn't thinking about a date so much as just not avoiding each other the day after again. Still, Kaiba had agreed, and that was the important part.
He sighed, getting comfortable on his side of the bed. The damn thing was huge, and he had enough space to roll over twice and still not touch Kaiba. They were both closer to the middle than their own ends, and Jonouchi was grateful for the company. He still didn't quite like the way the room felt, and it would have been upsetting to fall asleep feeling isolated.
"Still like me?" Kaiba asked, not yet ready to stop his teasing. He didn't feel as intoxicated as before, just pleased with himself, and he looked at Jonouchi's face, seeing that his eyes were closed before blowing air against his face.
"Yeah," Jonouchi answered, peeking at Kaiba through one eye, "In fact, I probably like you more now. Nothing more romantic than being pinned down and pounded into the mattress."
He was joking, of course, but it was true that he was probably even more interested in sex now. Emotionally, he couldn't say. But physically, Kaiba was remarkably satisfying.
"I was told all the cool kids do it that way, so I thought to give it a try. Glad you liked that."
"Yeah, well, don't get a big head over it. I still don't want to date you."
"I never even mentioned that."
He yawned before turning onto his side and closing his eyes again. The warmth Jonouchi was radiating was noticeable against his back, and he found it comforting. It was always better to sleep with someone than alone. He was far more comfortable with that, especially in Gozaburo's old bedroom. It made things feel less unsettling, and the fact that he didthat there was a little satisfying as well.
If only the old man could have been watching. That would have rattled him.
"No, but you keep trying to," Jonouchi muttered, but it was so quiet and slurred that he doubted it was coherent. He couldn't really blame Kaiba for avoiding a relationship like the plague, or at least fearing the attachment, but Jonouchi planned to avoid that too. Unless Kaiba showed some sign that he was interested, it wasn't on his agenda. The physical bits were fine, and he was happy to get them without the complication of emotional attachment.
Kaiba didn't seem like the best person to cling to. He wasn't horrible, but the both of them had too many problems, in Jonouchi's opinion. Kaiba probably felt the same way, or at least felt that way about Jonouchi.
He closed his eyes and tried not to feel watched in the darkness. Maybe it was because of how big the room was, but he felt like his back was exposed. He was too tired for it to keep him awake, thankfully, and he fell asleep pressed back-to-back with Kaiba. It felt better that way.
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