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Thin Line	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
A/N: I don't own or profit in way from Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter 15
The mansion was dark when he arrived. He sensed it was empty, even before he was inside. His heart sunk. He'd waited for this moment all week and Jou was nowhere to be found. We wandered aimlessly through the house. He dialed Jou's number, heard the Blackberry ringing somewhere inside the house.
"Dammit!" he fumed. What was the point of having the device if he couldn't remember to take it with him. It dawned on him that Jou may have left it behind on purpose.
He knew Mokuba was staying with Yuugi, perhaps Jou was there as well. He dialed Yuugi, swearing at himself under his breath.
"Kame Game Shop!"
"Yuugi, it's Kaiba."
"Hi Kaiba, you're back? How was your trip?"
"It went well. Is Jounouchi there with Mokuba?" He was beyond caring what the other boy thought.
"Umm, no, I haven't seen Jou in a couple of days."
"Can I speak to Mokuba?"
"Sure, hold on." He heard Yuugi calling his brother.
"Hey big bro, how are you?"
"I'm okay, Moku. Have you seen Jou recently?"
"Well, I saw him this morning, but I came straight to Yuugi's after school."
"Did he say anything to you about going anywhere?"
"No, Seto. Is everything okay?"
"Yes Moku, everything is fine. Who is over at Yuugi's with you?"
"Everyone. Everyone that is, except you and Jou. Are you coming over later?"
"No Moku, I'm feeling a bit jet-lagged, I think I'll just catch up on some sleep. You have a good time."
"Thanks, Seto! I'll see you on Sunday!"
He found Jou's Blackberry on the dresser in his bedroom. Where could he be? He wouldn't go back to his old man's. But everyone was at Yuugi's. He would have told Kaiba if he knew where Jou was. Otogi. He felt the blood drain from his body, felt cold. Jou wouldn't. He couldn't. He sat still on his bed in his empty room. He needed to know. If Jou had chosen Otogi, then he needed to know.
He dialed his rival's private line.
"Hello?"
"Otogi, it's Seto Kaiba."
"Hello Kaiba. What can I do for you?" Otogi knew this wasn't a social call.
"I'm looking for Jounouchi, you don't by any chance know where he is?" He hated himself for calling Otogi. For needing to find Jou. For needing Jou.
Otogi snorted. "Hah, has your dog run away from you already? You really need a better leash. Or maybe a kennel."
"Shut up Otogi, he's not a dog."
"Ooooh, I think you've developed soft spot for him," he taunted.
"Just tell me if he's there."
"Why would he come to me, Kaiba? You bought him."
He let the jab pass. He ground his teeth together. This was humiliating, but he needed to know if Jou was there. "Just answer the question, Otogi," he hissed.
"No Kaiba, I haven't seen your mutt. He must be sniffing up some other tree. If I do find him though, I'll return him ... eventually."
He seethed with rage. "Let me tell you one thing, Otogi. He's mine, and if you ever touch him again, by the time I'm through wrecking your life, and everyone's life you've ever cared about or made the acquaintance of, you'll wish you were dead. Do we have an understanding?" He waited for his words to sink in. Otogi knew he could back up his threat.
"Yes Kaiba," Otogi said slowly, "I'll keep my hands off your--off Jounouchi. He's not worth it."
Kaiba slammed the phone down. He thought he couldn't feel worse than he'd felt when he was in New York. But he was wrong, he was only beginning to understand how miserable being in love could make him. The tears were flowing freely now, and his body was wracked with sobs. He was glad to be alone, glad Mokuba was away.
He hated being in love. He hated being at the mercy of someone else's capricious whims. Love was not logic, was not linear. You did not necessarily reach Point B from Point A. Love was sloppy code. It was prone to error. He needed to stop being in love. To shut himself off from the raw emotion.
He took off his travel clothes and left them in a pile at his feet. He stepped over them and padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. That was what he needed now, a hot shower, then to crawl into bed, into oblivion.
* * *
Jou couldn't believe how late he was. He'd had everything planned, have everything ready before Kaiba got home. He'd spent days preparing, just needed some last minute things today. But he'd gotten stuck at his last stop. Damned florist was packed. He knew Kaiba would already be home. He burst into the house with his arms full of packages, spied Kaiba's shoes, and headed straight for the bedroom, their bedroom. He saw the clothes carelessly dropped to the floor, bags thrown onto the bed, heard the running water of the shower. He thought wistfully about joining his lover there, but he had too much work to do. He wanted everything to be perfect when Kaiba was done.
* * *
He let the shower pour down on him until he thought he'd faint from heat stroke. Nothing could fill the void that had opened in his heart. He felt impotent against his emotions. Feelings. He had cultivated a persona that was devoid of them. He'd been so successful at it that even he believed he was emotionless, impervious to pain. He realized he'd been very wrong.
As he toweled himself off, he noticed a long charcoal grey robe hanging on the door. The butler must have left it for him. He put it on. Cashmere. He didn't recall owning such a thing, but found its softness a slight comfort. He slipped his feet into the flipflops that had been left for him. He towel-dried his hair, brushed his teeth. He hesitated before opening the door to his bedroom. He didn't want to face his empty bed.
He opened the door to soft music and the warm glow of candles. They filled the room. Scattered on the floor were red rose petals. The floor to ceiling windows had been opened wide to the garden, and the garden had been transformed. All the tree trunks were encrusted with tiny white lights. Strings of lanterns hung overhead. Rose petals fell on the path that lead down toward the inground pool. Seated on the patio there at a table, waiting for him, was Jou. He thought he was dreaming as he walked toward him. His heart pounded in his chest. It registered finally that Jou hadn't left him. The taste of chocolate and cherries filled his mouth.
Jou was dressed in black. His button-down shirt lay partly open from the collar, revealing his dusky chest. He watched Kaiba's eyes drink him in, saw the hunger in them that he felt.
"I thought you'd left me," Kaiba said contritely. He barely controlled the tremor in his voice.
"After the ass that you were, it woulda served ya right." Jou retorted. "Sit down Seto." He motioned to the chair next to him. On the table in front of them was a feast of sushi and sashimi. "You may be an ass, but your MY ass," Jou continued. "And I'm not ready to throw in the towel on us, even if you can't admit that this, what we have, is something special." His eyes were smoldering, expression, defiant.
"Pup, I--"
"You! You need to shaddup, Seto, and let me finish. See, I've had a lot of time to think about us this week. No matter how I looked at it, I could only conclude one thing." He looked Seto squarely in the eye. "I love you Seto Kaiba, love everything about you and I want to be with you. On any terms you offer. I don't need you -- don't want you to change who you are. But Seto, I want you to let me in, let down your guard. You can trust me, I won't hurt you. Ever. Gimme a chance? Let me take care of you tonight?" His amber eyes pleaded.
Jou loved him. Loved. Him. "Puppy, I--" he stammered, then took a deep breath. "I love you too, Katsuya Jounouchi."
Jou smiled broadly at him. Kaiba reached for a piece of sushi, only to have his hand slapped away. "I think you misunderstood me, Seto. I said that tonight I want to take care of you." Jou picked up the piece Kaiba had reached for and brought it to Kaiba's lips. He accepted it. "That's right," Jou nodded, "I guess we won't be needing the restraints. Though that would have made things interesting, huh?" he asked huskily.
They ate comfortably in silence, Jou feeding a piece to Kaiba, then taking a piece for himself, alternating around the platter. Offering Kaiba sips of iced sake, slices of pickled ginger. Kaiba didn't realize how hungry he'd been, how much he'd longed to just be with Jou. When they were sated, Jou reached for a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. He straddled Kaiba now, offering a strawberry to his lips. As he opened his mouth to accept, Jou pulled it back and kissed him deeply instead, exploring his depths with his tongue. It was electrifying. He was hard in seconds, and could feel Jou's hard-on through the thin material of his pants. Jou pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Tonight you are mine."
"Make me yours." Through his half-closed eyes, he saw Jou cock his head, eyes widening as his meaning registered. "Fuck me, Jou." The need to be possessed, to abandon control, was overpowering him. He felt himself letting go. It felt good.
Jou took his face in his hands, kissing him gently. He moved his lips to Kaiba's cheeks, his forehead, his chin, the bridge of his nose, before claiming his mouth again. He whispered in his ear, "Are you sure?"
His hands were traveling down the opening of Jou's shirt, caressing the smooth flesh underneath, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. He was unbuttoning the rest of the shirt now, pulling it out from the waistband of Jou's pants. "God yes. I want you to fuck me," he whispered hoarsely, "to be my first."
Jou's breath caught. They were both virgins in that regard, he'd never been on top. Wordlessly, he took Kaiba by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. He pulled loose the belt that closed Kaiba's robe, and pressed his body against Kaiba's naked skin. He intertwined his fingers in Kaiba's hair, bending his head down for a kiss. Kaiba worked Jou's shirt off, unbuttoned his pants. He slipped the boxers over Jou's slim hips, and Jou stepped out of his clothes. Jou pushed the robe back off of Kaiba's shoulders, it joined his clothes on the floor.
Kaiba lay back on the bed and Jou crawled up next to him. They were caressing each other, memorizing each other's bodies, exploring each contour, plane and angle, feeling the way skin stretched tight over bone, how muscles rippled and bunched. Jou reached into the sidetable drawer for the lubricant, coming back he grazed Kaiba's nipple with his mouth. Catching it in his teeth, he licked and sucked it, traced his tongue around the nub, feeling it harden and tighten. Seto moaned, arching his back under Jou.
He worked some lubricant onto his fingers, trailing them down Kaiba's flat stomach, cupping his balls, seeking out his entrance. As Jou pushed one finger in, he clamped his mouth on Kaiba's other nub, teasing it hard. Kaiba's breath was ragged, his eyes unfocused. Jou was working the finger around his silky hole, pushing deeper in rhythm to Kaiba's bucking hips. As he felt the muscle relaxing, he pushed a second finger in, eliciting a moan as he worked his tongue around the erect nipple.
Again he pushed in rhythm with Kaiba, scissoring his fingers to stretch the opening, then waited for the muscle to relax. The opportunity to add another digit.
Kaiba had never felt such need. He thought there would be more pain, but the waves of pleasure that Jou was causing in him far outmeasured the discomfort. "Fuck me Jou. Fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me," he demanded, as Jou added a third finger. Jou slowed his rhythm now, causing Kaiba to cry out in frustration. He wasn't used to being denied. Anything.
Jou kissed down Kaiba's torso and took his weeping head in his mouth, tasting the metallic precum, feeling the shaft harden more. He drew more of it into his mouth, Kaiba's moans of ecstacy arousing him more than he imagined he could ever be. He let Kaiba's erection slip out of his mouth. He was on his knees between Kaiba's legs, and he slowly pulled his fingers out, then lifted Kaiba's ass onto his thighs, his sex pressing at Kaiba's entrance. With his eyes, he devoured the body laid out in front of him.
He felt the pressure of Jou's head against his opening. Wanted him, needed him inside him. "Oh God yes, please, NOW" Kaiba cried as Jou slid in. He wrapped his legs around Jou's waist, pulling him further inside.
"You are SO tight, I'm gonna fuck your brains out," Jou groaned as he thrust deeper. He pulled back and thrust in deeper still. He was overwhelmed by sensation of his sex being squeezed by his lover's muscle contractions, by strong limbs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. He pounded Kaiba, and was driven wild by the sheer abandon, raw desire he saw on Kaiba's face. He began to stroke Kaiba's velvety head in rhythm, bringing him to climax.
Watching Kaiba's seed spill out across his stomach and chest was too much for Jou, he thrust two, three more times before he released into his tight hot tunnel. Their bodies, sheened with sweat, were illuminated by the candlelight. As he gazed down at Kaiba's glowing form, Jou thought he'd never seen anything, anyone more beautiful.
Kaiba was losing consciousness fast, sleep overtaking him as he felt Jou pull out. "I love you, Katsuya," he managed to say. He felt completed, content, as he drifted off.
"I love you too," Jou said softly, as he reached for a tissue and gently swabbed the cum off his lover. He pulled the mink throw up over them, wrapping his arms around Kaiba, snuggled tight to him, letting sleep envelope them both.
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