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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 (15/?)
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.
A/N: Thanks to all who've left me feedback, including cinque, Anon, Wicabeth (*glomps you*), Genki Ramen, kitkattcassy, LilyChan, Maggiemay (whose fribble I adore), and Luca
CHAPTER 15
Jounouchi thought he'd made his point to Kaiba by avoiding him for a week, but the reality of the situation was that he'd made himself miserable. He missed Kaiba, and as deeply hurt as he'd been by the brunet's little power ploy, he'd been relieved when Kaiba had owned up to his behavior and apologized. Not that it had taken all the bite out of the sting.
Surprisingly, it had been Mokuba who'd petitioned on his brother's behalf. He and Jounouchi still ran together on a semi-regular basis, as the younger Kaiba's schedule allowed, and he took Jou to task for snubbing his brother.
"Jou, what's with the cold shoulder all of a sudden? I thought you guys were getting along?" Mokuba knew that there was nothing other than a friendship between the two older men, but he'd also been privy to both of their inner thoughts on their relationship and where it may be heading.
"Don't make me the bad guy in all of this, he was the cold-hearted prick," Jou huffed as he edged past his friend.
"Jou, you know he only did it because he's scared."
"Kaiba ~scared~? Of what?"
"You, or rather, what he feels towards you."
"Oh puleeze. That is just too high school." The blond said, pulling up short. They'd been running on a path next to the river that wended through the city, and he gazed out over the calm water as he caught his breath. "Dammit, Mokuba," he exclaimed, turning toward the raven-haired man who leaned on the guardrail next to him, "why can't he just talk about it like a normal person?"
The younger man shrugged. "I dunno. I do know that he's shutting me out too. I know he hates that I'm getting married, but he won't tell me. He just acts like everything's okay, but I know it's not."
Jounouchi threw his arm over his friend's shoulders comfortingly. "Y'know, sometimes you hafta go through the motions before you begin to believe in something. I think he's trying his best to come around to it."
"But if he'd talk about it to me, then I could tell him that he's not losing me, that I love him the same as I always have. That will never change."
"But it has changed, Mokie. He has to share you now."
"So you think that it's just jealousy?" Mokuba asked, his eyes flashing angrily.
"No, it's not as simple as that. Your relationship was bound to change, and he's no longer the most important person in your life. That's how it should be, but maybe he feels like he's being left behind."
Mokuba knitted his brow. "Is that how you felt when I told you that I wanted to marry Shizuka?"
"A little." Jou admitted. "But it's only natural. Plus I'd just broken up with Ryou. Not exactly the best timing, ne?" He grinned at his friend. "I think he'll come around to it," he repeated.
"And what about you? Are you gonna come around too? I know he's said he was sorry to your voicemail about eighty different ways in as many times. What else can he do?"
Jou scowled for a moment before acknowledging that Mokuba was right. He'd been punishing the brunet and that had been childish. "Yes," he said finally. "I'm gonna see him tomorrow. We're getting everything together for the big blowout."
Mokuba's face lit up. "I can't believe it. You ~never~ let anyone help you in the kitchen. You've got it bad, don't you?"
Jou sighed in resignation, and shrugged his shoulders. "It's not that big of a deal," he lied.
"Yeah, right," Mokuba teased. "You keep telling yourself that and maybe even you'll believe it some day."
He had known that by avoiding the brunet he was falling into his lifelong pattern of passive-aggressiveness, but he hadn't been able to stop that initial reaction. In retrospect, he realized his actions had reduced him to the same petty behavior that Kaiba had displayed, and that displeased the blond greatly. And so when Kaiba had insisted he help with the party preparations, Jounouchi had softened his position and reluctantly agreed. But Mokuba had been right; he had wanted Kaiba to help because he wanted to spend the day with the brunet. Now, he waited outside his gate for Kaiba's all too familiar limousine to appear, wishing he'd taken up smoking, thinking a cigarette would certainly ease the nervousness he was feeling.
He watched with some curiosity as an SUV pulled over and maneuvered with some difficulty into a parking space. His heart sank as Kaiba climbed out of the driver's seat--he was horrendous behind the wheel though the brunet would never admit it--and Jou feared that getting into the passenger seat would do nothing to calm his nerves. As the brunet sauntered up though, he tossed his keys at Jou, who instinctively caught them.
"You can drive," he said, climbing into the passenger side.
Jounouchi stared after him for a few moments, before Kaiba added, "Are you going to stand there all day? I thought you said we had a lot of stops to make," and then closed the door behind him.
This was going to be interesting, Jou thought as he walked around the vehicle--a Lexis he noted-a brand new one by the looks of it. The odometer confirmed his suspicion as he slid into the driver's seat; there were less than 100km on it.
"Nice ride," he commented as the engine purred to life. "When did'ja pick this baby up?"
"A couple of days ago. It's a hybrid." Kaiba replied, staring out of the windshield. Jou could sense a chill inside the passenger compartment.
"An' you're okay with me driving it?" he questioned.
Kaiba turned to him, his face unreadable. "Do you think I would have given you the keys if I wasn't?"
Jou sat back in the seat, collecting his thoughts. The air was heavy between them, and he didn't want to spend the day skirting the issue that was so obviously on both their minds. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"Seto, look. I've been an ass to you this past week, an' I'm sorry fah that."
Kaiba shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. "It wasn't as if I didn't deserve it. I hurt you, remember?"
Jou shook his head, disagreeing. "Just because your actions hurt me, it didn't give me the right ta get even. You apologized, and that should've been enough." He reached across and cupped the brunet's face gently. "What's more," he breathed, "I missed you."
"I missed you too, Katsuya." Kaiba murmured, as he pressed his cheek against Jou's open palm. They stayed like that for a moment, neither wanting to break the spell.
Jou let his hand drop away suddenly and a small smile graced his lips. "So then it's settled. I won't pull anymore of that bullshit on you, and you'll try not to do the same, ne?"
Kaiba leaned over in his seat, bringing his lips close to Jounouchi's ear, his hot breath caressing the blond's neck as he whispered huskily, "I promise." He sealed it with a chaste kiss on Jounouchi's neck, and felt the blond shiver underneath his lips. They curved into a smile against the supple skin.
"O-Okay, then." Jou blurted. "Then let's get this show on the road. We've got a lot of work to do today." Kaiba pulled away slowly, smiling at how easily he'd managed to fluster the blond. It was going to be a long day indeed.
He spent it deliberately teasing the blond, deciding that before the night was over, he would have his answer as to whether or not Jou was interested in him at all physically. He was encouraged by the blond's reactions. Jounouchi seemed genuinely bewildered by his lingering touches, though he didn't pull away from them. Nor did the blond seem to mind the way he leaned into him as they shared lunch in a crowded caf�. There they had fallen into conversation easily, erasing the missteps of the prior week. All in all, things were looking up, he decided.
When they'd returned to the apartment, Jou had immediately set about decorating the outdoor space. The next day was forecast to be clear with temperatures in the high twenties; he wanted to take full advantage of the patio for entertaining. He enlisted Kaiba to hang strings of lanterns and took the opportunity to turn the tables on the brunet, 'spotting' him on a chair with a hand placed strategically on his hip or at times, his lower back. Kaiba thrilled at Jou's reciprocity.
After they'd finished outside, Jounouchi opened up a bottle of red wine and prepared the grill for the two filets that he'd picked up to make them for dinner. While the grill heated, they moved inside and he diced some potatoes and set them to boil, then pared the stalks of the asparagus he'd settled on to serve as a side. He was magnificent to watch, Kaiba sighed, as he turned about in the small space of the kitchen, hands flashing purposefully from task to task.
"Why don't you pick out a CD and put it on?" He glanced up at the brunet, who'd taken the stool on the opposite side of the kitchen counter. Kaiba turned toward the CD-laden shelf, and already familiarized with Jou's eclectic taste, slipped into the player an Edith Piaf disc that he knew the blond had been favoring recently. It reminded him of the graduation gift he'd yet to give to Jou; he decided to wait until after dinner to give it to him.
The sultry voice filled the room, and heart in throat, Kaiba watched Jou sway sensually to the French ballad; he couldn't remember a time when the blond had looked more enticing, more downright sexy. He took a sip of wine from the glass Jounouchi had poured for him, and watched his figure recede as he left to put the steaks out on the grill. It was a nice view, he thought, smirking to himself.
"Can you check on the potatoes?" The blond called over his shoulder, "Just flip them in the pan so they brown evenly." Kaiba took up position in front of the stove and tipped the saut� pan experimentally. He'd watched Jou flip myriad vegetables in the pan with a simple shake and flip; he did it effortlessly. He mimicked the actions that he'd observed, and to his surprise, the potatoes flipped; only a couple bounced out onto the stove.
"Not bad for a beginner," Jou grinned at him from the open doorway as Kaiba set down the pan. "Oh, don't stop," he purred, "It's been a long time since someone cooked fah me."
Kaiba felt an unwanted blush heat his cheeks. "I'm not cooking for you, just helping you out," he corrected.
"I can dream, can't I?" He was standing next to Kaiba now, and he rested his head on the brunet's shoulder. Kaiba sighed. He wanted to melt against the blond, to hold him, to kiss him. All too soon Jou lifted his head. "I was just kidding," he teased.
"That's good," Kaiba recovered, "As I don't know how to cook."
Jou looked at him in disbelief. "Aw c'mon. You gotta be able to cook something."
Kaiba shook his head. "No, not really. I've always had a chef-"
"An' you think you're gonna help me prep for tomorrow?" Jou placed his hands on his hips in mock-anger and tapped his foot.
"How hard could it be? You managed to make a living out of it." Kaiba teased and then smiled at the now-scowling blond. He watched, rapt, as the scowl faded into a grin.
"Yah, you ~better~ smile when you say that. Now get back ta work. An' while you're at it, turn the burner off under the asparagus," the blond admonished, heading back outside to check on the steaks. He came back in momentarily to grab a plate, and then returned with them and set them on the counter.
Kaiba continued to tend to the potatoes while Jounouchi retrieved two plates and utensils. "Have a seat, I'll plate." Kaiba watched hungrily as Jounouchi expertly laid the food on the plates in an attractive pattern, he couldn't help but admire the attention the blond paid to detail.
It was a simple meal, but perhaps because of the wine, or the company, or most probably both, Kaiba swore it was the best filet he'd ever eaten. Jounouchi blushed adorably under his compliments, mumbling that it was the ingredients that made the dish so delicious. Kaiba refreshed their glasses and listened attentively as the blond outlined the menu he'd planned for the party. It was to be a veritable feast of American barbeque, an odd choice, Kaiba mused, until Jou explained how that would allow for most of the preparation of sides and marinades to be done after dinner, and then tomorrow the slow-cooking process would afford him plenty of time to socialize with his friends. At the mention of the blond's friends, Kaiba looked away, a pang of jealousy stabbing him. He looked back to see the blond eyeing him intently.
"What?" he asked defensively, eyes sliding downward to observe the remnants of his meal on his plate.
Jou covered Kaiba's hand with his own, and stroked the knuckles absently with his thumb. "I know ya don't particularly believe all the 'friendship' crap, but they've been important to me and Shizuka ... " Kaiba was mesmerized by the sensation of the circular pattern Jou's thumb made on the back of his hand. He was finding it hard to concentrate on what the blond was saying. " ... and of course I wanted to spend time with you." The blond added softly. Abruptly the massage ended.
He looked up again, finally ready to pour his heart out, but Jounouchi was already in motion. "Okay, let's get the prepwork done, and then we can ... relax," the blond said, clearing the dishes to the sink. "Pick something lively out," he nodded toward the CD collection, as he picked up a sheaf of papers from the long butcher-block counter next to the sink.
Kaiba perused the collection, at a loss as to what would constitute 'lively,' finally settling on an old Nine Inch Nails record that he remembered hearing recently when they'd been clubbing. He grabbed his present to Jou out of the pocket of his jacket that he'd carelessly tossed on the futon earlier, and laid it on the counter next to the papers the blond was rifling through.
"What's this?" Jou asked, nodding at the elegantly wrapped box.
"It's a graduation present."
Jou eyed the brunet suspiciously and tapped his wristwatch. "I thought that's what this was."
"~That~ was for defending your dissertation. ~This~ is for your graduation."
"You didn't hafta get me anything." Jou said quietly. "An' I'm sorry I gave your ticket away."
"I ~know~ that. I ~wanted~ to get you something." Kaiba replied. "And I'm sorry you did too. I wanted to be there for you." Jou cast a rueful glance at Kaiba, and the brunet felt guilty once again for setting in motion the events of the past couple of weeks. "Really, it isn't very much at all-"
"Yeah, right." Jou snorted and then grinned as he tore away the wrapping paper, revealing a matte black box. "A fucking Nano?" He exclaimed. "You got me a fucking Nano? This is too cool!" The box opened like a book revealing the credit-card size iPod. "This is so sweet! Thanks! But yah didn't have to do this. I wasn't expecting anything from you. Now I owe you two presents." His brow knitted as he contemplated owing the brunet.
Kaiba smiled at the blond and said suggestively, "You'll just have to figure a way to make it up to me."
"Careful what yah ask for Seto, or I just might," Jou retorted.
"And I ~just~ might like that, Katsuya." Kaiba shot back. They locked eyes for a few moments.
"Well, ~that~ will need to wait 'til we're done in here."
They set about preparing all the food. Jounouchi divided the recipes he'd been sifting through and began to organize the ingredients that they'd purchased. Kaiba proved to be an excellent assistant, following Jou's instructions and each recipe's step he was given to the letter and quickly mastering the simple techniques that Jou tutored him in. They worked their way through rubs for a pork shoulder and several racks of ribs, a marinade for two whole chickens that Jounouchi split at the backbones and flattened, and then moved on to preparing the sides, American potato and macaroni salads and cole slaw. They'd also bought some gourmet dips, salsas, pickles and chips for guests to snack on.
Time flew by and before Kaiba knew it, almost everything was done and put away; the last of the dishes they'd soiled were in the sink ready for cleaning. In celebration Jounouchi opened up a second bottle of wine and put an electronica CD on.
"Almost done-just one last thing before we can call it a day. D'you know how to clean prawns?" The brunet shook his head. "I'll show you, and while you're cleaning them, I'll finish cleaning up the kitchen. Deal?"
"Yeah, okay. What did you just put on?" Kaiba asked as the spacey instrumental music played.
"Air. More French music." Jou said, reaching into a plastic bag he'd laid in front of Kaiba. Deftly, he shelled the prawn, and then slit it open along its dorsal side with a paring knife, revealing the black vein within. "Just remove the vein on each of these. There should be about 20. They're huge, ne?"
Kaiba nodded, and began shelling. After he was done with that, he began slitting them open. He realized suddenly that he was getting quite tired; his legs and his back complaining at all the standing still he'd been doing as he prepped. He let his mind wander, wondering if he'd be able to coax the blond into perhaps giving him a backrub and then maybe ...
"FUCK!" He exclaimed, looking down at a thin red crescent forming on the pad of his thumb where the paring knife had slipped.
"What?" Jounouchi was at his side immediately. He grabbed the brunet's hand, and without a thought, closed his mouth over the wounded digit, sucking gently. Kaiba nearly swooned from the sensation of that hot mouth pressed against his throbbing thumb. The moist heat encasing his thumb caused his own mouth to run dry. All too soon it was over, and Jounouchi was inspecting the cut. "It's not as bad as it looks." He said to himself, and wrapped the thumb in a paper towel. Kaiba breathed in raggedly, fighting the urge to grab the blond roughly and have his way with him. "C'mon, let's get yah cleaned up. You're officially off duty."
Jounouchi led the stunned brunet into the bathroom and steered him to the closed toilet seat. Kaiba thought he'd forgotten how to breath as he sat there, afraid to look at Jounouchi, afraid that if blond could see his eyes he would see in that moment how much he wanted, no, he needed him. Every nerve in his body was awake and hyperaware of how close Jounouchi was. His injured thumb tingled and the sensation raced up his arm and down his spine causing a sudden burst of heat in his groin. He groaned softly, causing the blond to stop rummaging through his medicine cabinet over the sink.
"Are you okay?" Jounouchi asked, his face a mask of concern. Kaiba managed to nod, still avoiding his eyes. "What is it? Whats'a matter Set?" Jounouchi drew closer and leaned over him.
The familiarity with which his edited name fell from those lips was too much for the brunet. He looked into Jou's golden eyes, sure that his own eyes were burning brightly with the heat of his desire. "I want you," he whispered hoarsely.
It seemed like a lifetime passed as he watched the meaning of the words he'd uttered dawn on Jounouchi's face, and then suddenly Jounouchi's mouth covered his own hungrily, tongue plundering him, hands entangling into his chestnut locks, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
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