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Lost and Found	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Lost And Found – Episode 15 - Betrayal

Author: Maggiemay

Muses and Betas: Jazzy, mofaf1, Lady Laran, Sprinkles

Disclaimer: Don't own YGO or any of it's characters. Do own my OC's and the work contained within this work.

Summary: Life after the Pharaoh left looked bright.   Looks can be deceiving. Jounouchi is a cop who finds missing people. He's found everyone he's ever searched for – except one. This is the 15 episode in the ongoing 'Lost and Found' saga.

Rating: M for Mature just to be safe.

Size:   18 pages and 9676 words.

*****

It was lunchtime before Jou could keep his promise to call Seto. Everything had been so frantic and chaotic that by the time everything and everyone was all sorted out, the night and morning had slipped away. He would have called the night before, but there had simply been too many distractions. When he and Seto got together, the people around him would just have to learn that Seto came second only to Shizuka. He hated having to put the brunet on the back burner and if the situation with his sister hadn't been so pressing he would have been with the other man.

Mai had wept and wailed, all drama and neediness while Honda and Otogi had taken turns questioning him and sniping at each other. Jou tried to pacify the blonde woman, but as she became more and more demanding he simply ignored his ex-wife's antics with an ease that surprised him, snapped at the two guys to cut it the hell out and laid down the law. If they couldn't get along then they could get the fuck out. He'd focused on Shizuka, and what she would need, and didn't worry about the blonde woman or his friends. They were adults and would most likely be alive in nine months, Shizuka was still young and would not see the next year.

His attitude didn't set well with anyone except Shizuka, but at least they all knew where they stood with him. Nothing was truly settled, except that Shizuka would continue to live with Jou. Honda and Otogi were going to have to leave if they didn't stop their bullshit because his sister needed a good atmosphere for her and the baby. They should respect both of them enough to leave their differences outside the apartment and business. He suggested they go to their room and discuss things quietly, fight and kill each other, or fuck each other stupid, whichever appealed most, but whatever the hell they did, do it away from him and Shizuka, and they had better not come around again until their shit was straight. They both slammed out of the apartment after that.

Mai took their departure as a sign that he wanted to be alone with her and tried her damndest to get him to go home with her, supposedly to talk about what had happened and when that manipulation didn't work, she even went so far as to invite Shizuka to live at her house. Jou was amused, but not surprised, when his normally warm sister gave Mai a very cold, borderline Kaiba-esque brush off. Of course that set off another round of Mai-drama. The siblings went to Shizuka's room to talk. Neither noticed nor cared when Mai slammed out of the apartment over an hour later.

Katsuya was honestly relieved that Shizuka hadn't fallen for Mai's schemes. He was surprised that she didn't even consider it but turned it down with insulting finality and a kind of loathing disgust. His sibling almost seemed to hate Mai and that was a new attitude for her. It was unnerving because he'd never known his gentle sister to be so cold towards anyone.

Mai's suggestion was a good solution on the surface. There was plenty of room in the nice, country home with lots of fresh air and sunshine, but detracting from that was the fact that Mai was a recovering addict of uncertain temper and precarious sanity. Who in their right minds desecrates their son's grave because some ghost or hallucination tells them to? It really was a good thing Shizuka turned her down, it was the way she did it that gave him a moment's pause.

The apartment was finally quiet, and he was just dialing Seto's number when Tatsu called to ask him out to lunch. After being turned down, the man called a minute later to ask him to dinner. Jou, at the end of his rope with Tatsu, snapped "Look, why don't you take your wife and kid out. They're more important than a casual friend like me," and hung up on the sputtering man.

The blond knew he wasn't being entirely fair to Tatsu, after all he had agreed to try a relationship, then overnight changed his mind, but it wasn't a bad decision. Tatsu was a manipulative, selfish, and a user, and Jou had more than his fill of selfish users in his time with Mai, and he would never, ever get involved with someone who was so intimately manipulative.

Which begged the question; What the hell was he doing with Kaiba? Kaiba was one of the most manipulative bastards to ever walk the earth. Katsuya knew that, and yet he also knew that Seto would never sink so low as to try the bullshit manipulation for sex that Tatsu had. It had been that realization that had spurred the blond on to acknowledging other things about himself and Seto. So in reality, Tatsu's manipulations had actually moved him and Seto closer together. Shizuka's revelations had helped him most, but Tatsu had been a contributing factor. Next time Tatsu called, Jou would tell him how grateful he was for his help in figuring out where he and Seto stood and who he trusted more. That should put an end to Tatsu's pursuit, and hopefully light a fire under his ass to change his ways.

Before he could call Seto, a tear-stained and pale Shizuka had wandered out asking for dinner, and that had been that. He'd spent the evening taking care of his pregnant, fragile sister. All thoughts of calling Seto were put aside until noon the next day.

Seto's phone rang for less than a tone before being answered. Ai's voice greeted cordially. "Katsuya, about time you called. Seto has been like a cat on hot bricks waiting for your call."

"Hey Ai. Good to hear your voice. The boss busy?" Jou sat back in his chair, idly googling the phrase 'cat on hot bricks.'

"He's feeding Keiko. You're on speaker. He's alone except for myself and Keiko." The computer sounded complacent.

The blond's heart literally melted at the thought. "Aww... Don't suppose you could display that on my monitor? I'd love to see it again."

"I thought it made you uncomfortable." Seto's voice was deep and soft, the tone he always used around Keiko.

"It's kinda weird, ya gotta admit, but there's something cute about it too. C'mon please? I want to see you both." Jou wheedled shamelessly. He loved seeing the gentle side of the brunet, a side usually only shown to Mokuba and now Keiko.

There was a gusty sigh, then ‘Fine." The deep voice rumbled with an undertone of self-mockery.

Jou's screen flickered and redirected. An image of Seto, bare-chested except for the prosthetic breast sling and wearing only comfortable jeans, sitting on his sofa filled his screen. He cradled his tiny daughter with infinite tenderness. His frustrated-father's heart lit with warmth even as it melted further at the sight. "Ahh, I thought you'd be at the office today."

"I will be in about an hour. I'm taking the morning to be with Keiko. We both need the bonding time." He said it with absolute sincerity, but the adoration in the blue-green eyes said that Seto was firmly bonded to his tiny daughter.

"Lucky man, to be able to take the time off." Jou wasn't jealous or envious, just stating the truth. Kaiba was lucky to have his daughter, and have the time to spend with her. "Ah, uhm, I thought we'd get together for our date tonight. You don't need to get a sitter. She will probably be asleep before we watch our movie."

The glowing warmth faded from Seto's blue eyes as he looked up from Keiko's content face warily. "Katsuya, maybe we should wait until after the full moon. I start P-cubed in just under twenty-four hours and-"

"I know that." Jou cut him off. "It's important that we are solid in who we are when we go into that pyramid from hell. If we're together, we go in with that knowledge, if we're not, we know that too. I want - need - to know the answers to my questions before I see them again."

Seto paled slightly before pink touched his cheeks. His tender hold on Keiko tightened slightly. "I see. So tonight is... You will decide?"

"No. Tonight we will decide." He corrected quietly. "I'm not the only one in this. You have to be sure too."

"Katsuya, I am sure. I have been all along. You’ve been the one hesitating." The brunet visibly forced himself to relax.

"How many times have you watched the recording, Seto? The whole thing? Honestly." Jou figured, maybe once, no more. The pain would have been too much, the pain and the blow to his ego. The proud CEO didn't like to dwell on his failures.

"All of it?" Seto hesitated, then sighed softly. "Never. Once, I looked at a few minutes of it, to see if I missed something, but it was... I got called away and never went back." A harried look crossed the normally composed features. "Why are you doing this? Really? Do you want to torture or humiliate me? Are you a voyeur?"

"And that's why - You just lied to me to protect yourself. You didn't want me to know it upset you. If we face it together, it might hurt, but you'll know that you never have to hide that pain from me again because I'll be right there with you." His voice was calm and rational, the same one he used in dealing with reluctant, scared witnesses or victims when he was a cop.

Although anger flared in the blue-green eyes, there was none of it in his voice when the other man answered. "I did not lie to you, Katsuya. I got called away." Pride made the strong chin lift arrogantly.

"Oh I believe there was a call, but just like you set everything aside this morning for Keiko, you could have done the same then. You chose not to because it was too painful or something." The gold-green eyes were full of understanding and demand. "We go into the pyramid from hell as a team. We have each other's backs even if we aren't together. For that to happen, we have to trust each other."

The baby chose that moment to give a fractious cry and a loud, wet sounding fart. Seto wrinkled his nose slightly. "We'll discuss this more at dinner. Pizza right? Six-thirty. I have to change her now. She hates being messy." To prove his point the normally sweet, cooing little girl let out a scream that, even through the small telephone speaker, was loud enough to make Jou's ears pop.

"Ah yeah, see you at six thirty. Have fun." The screen went blank, and Jou's phone went silent. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. He hoped like hell he was doing the right thing for both of them. Jou didn't know why, but deep inside he knew he had to see that recording. The answers were there, all he had to do was look.

***

The Lost and Found specialist putzed around the office, answering messages, scheduling the appointment to have their security system installed, and basically killing time. No new customers had come in and the few inquiries on the phone were from people wanting to sell them stuff. Money was going to be tight enough, Jou didn't want to look at any more expense. He made careful notes of the names and numbers and filed them.

Shizuka had taken the day off for 'prayer and meditation.' Honda was seated at his desk working on the statement they would give to the press about the Thomas' case when they were asked, and Otogi had disappeared just after returning to the apartment and hadn't returned all night, or shown up for work.

It was just before five when Jou gave up pretending to work and left. The sun had already set and long, twilight shadows darkened the landscape to an eerie grey. He could barely make out the old man under a spreading tree. He was wearing a very old fashioned, heavy silk kimono, stood watching their office door. His stillness and the intensity of his regard gave Jou the shivers. He'd never seen the old man before but something about him struck a chord.

Jou didn't recognize him from the neighborhood, but he could easily be a neighbor or a potential customer. To be polite, he smiled at the man. For a moment the man looked startled, like he wasn't used to being acknowledged, then he smiled and bowed his head slightly.

The blond hesitated, thinking it would be good PR to go see if the elder needed assistance but a large bus rumbled past. When it had gone, so had the man. With a mental note to keep an eye out and greet his neighbor properly, Jou went to his car and sped off towards Kaiba's. He didn't notice the calm, dark eyes set in a time-weathered face watching him drive away.

The eager blond was surprised when Matashi met him in the lobby. "Date with Seto in an hour. I'm early but I -"

The older man cut him off. "I know. I'm here to pick up Keiko." To help Seto choose the 'perfect' clothes as well, but Matashi chose not to reveal that.

"Ah, but he didn't need to get a sitter. I'll ride up with you." Jou shifted under the older man's steady regard, feeling oddly inadequate. Automatically, he turned towards the private elevator.

"He has his monthly appointment tomorrow morning. I would have picked her up tonight anyway." The executive shrugged lightly. "We love having her so it's not a hardship." The door opened with a hiss, and Jou stepped in at the same time as the other man and the door hissed closed.

"Okay." Jou didn't know what else to say so he shut his mouth. He was feeling awkward and knew he'd end up saying something he'd regret.

The floor indicator lights began to flicker as they passed each floor, rising steadily towards the penthouse. They had gone about four floors when Matashi cleared his throat and said softly. "He told me about tonight. Don't hurt him Jounouchi, and don't ever use what you see to cause him shame."

Another few floor passed before Jou could answer. "I don't want either of us hurt, and I'd never shame him for love. You don't know me if you think I'd ever hurt or shame him."

"You're right, I don't know you, but I know and love him. That night cost him a part of his soul and damaged his already scarred heart. If you use it to harm him I swear to you, you will pay." The tone was cold and as menacing as any the ex-cop had ever heard but it didn't frighten him.

"I promise, I wouldn't put us through this without a reason. Not just because I want to see his heart, then and now, but there are other reasons. I won't tell ya not to worry 'cause you should have been worried all along. I will tell ya that I'm not what you should be worrying about, I only want to help him, maybe love him. Not cause him any more pain." Jou hoped he got through to the guy. Matashi was like a brother to Seto, and if the CEO and he were going to get together it would be better for everyone if they all got along.

Seto's best friend seemed to be satisfied with that because he made a small sound Jou took to be approving and stopped talking.

When they stepped off the elevator, Seto was waiting in the hall. "Hmm, good thing Ai warned me you had company Matashi, or I'd have met you in a robe." Was his greeting. "Keiko's in her carrier, and her bag is all packed."

Jou practically drooled at the brunet's casual jeans and t-shirt. "Didn't have to change on my account." He grinned. "I know I'm early, but I wanted to see you. Sue me." Still grinning he crossed and gave the brunet a light buss on the cheek. "Clothes or not, you always look good." It was blatant flattery and flirtation, but it did the trick, giving the blue-green eyes a warm look instead of the doubt and uncertainty that had lurked in their depths.

Matashi coughed slightly, "I'll just get Keiko and be on my way." The black-haired man slipped from the room and Seto turned to follow. Jou trailed them automatically. The black haired man cooed at his goddaughter as he scooped up the carrier and made for the elevator, again followed closely by Seto.   If Jou didn't know better he'd think the brunet was avoiding him. It wasn't something he wanted, but he understood. Besides, there was a great view - Seto's ass looked stellar in jeans.

After a quick kiss on Keiko's cheek, the proud papa stepped back and waved them on to the elevator then turned to face his date. When the moment became too long he coughed slightly and gestured towards the interior of the apartment. "Come on in, you know your way."

Jou nodded his blond head and followed. He deliberately waited for Seto to speak. The brunet was uneasy about something, and Jou wanted to know what it was. He was surprised when Seto reached for the house phone. "So, pizza. Cheeseburger alright? Or do you want half and half? I suppose we could order one each. Do you want wings? Pepsi? Dessert?" The questions came in a flurry, and Jou was surprised. The dark haired male was acting very nervous.

"I think food can wait. Let's go sit down and talk for a while." He plucked the phone from Seto's hand and pulled the startled man to the main room. When the CEO would have sat on a chair, Jou yanked him down on the couch beside him. "Uh uh. I said I wanted to see you. Guess I need to make myself clear. I came by early to talk to you and maybe kiss you into your right mind. I could tell when I saw you earlier, you're scared and nervous."

"Kiss me? You think I'm going to let you get my hopes up with that when you will dump me in just a few hours?" Seto sounded completely outraged. The tone barely masked the odd tremor in his voice.

"You have this wrong. I wouldn't dump you, if we get together or not it's gonna be mutual. I guess we need to talk before we kiss." Jou thought for a moment, then decided to come clean. "Seto, I want to see the Yugi that turned you down, I want to see what happened that night. From a few things you've said, and something that creature - sorry Yugi - said, the experience wasn't that great. Yugi said you were almost a virgin - not quite. You said that you discovered too late that your love wasn't like that. Besides, no offense, but sex is good and if you had any pleasure at all you would have wanted to do it again at some point in five years, even if just with a pro. I want to know what happened and I know you. You won't tell me everything."

Seto's normally elegantly white cheeks were crimson, and his lips pressed together firmly. "So you want to see my failure as a lover?"

"Outta your mind. I want to see what went wrong. I got an idea, but I want to see. If you think I'm masochistic or sadistic enough that I will enjoy watch you sex up Yugi, you don't know me at all. So, tell me what happened? What should I expect to see on the recordings. It won't be near as bad as you think." Jou encouraged softly.

"I failed." He stated it flatly.

"Failed how? Didn't get him hot? Didn't get yourself hot? What?" Jou really wanted to know. He personally couldn't see how the sexy brunet could possibly have failed. If Seto came to him offering his heart and body, Jou knew he'd probably cream his jeans before anything hot and heavy happened.

Indecision, an expression the controlling CEO wore few times in his entire life, warred with pain and pride before firming to resolve. "Fine, you want to know? I'll tell it all. I thought it was going well. We had dinner and just enough wine to relax us, then we started touching, getting closer.. It was warm and felt good. I expected something else, something like I felt when I was groping you in school if you want the truth. That feeling didn't show up, no matter what I did." He drew a deep breath and slowly released it. "I'm a normal guy and stimulation does cause reaction, but it wasn't the way I thought it would be. He was sweet as candy and small, almost childlike, in my arms. I found myself wondering if he had any spice to him. If he could handle what we were doing." He swallowed and turned his face away.

No way Jou was going to allow that. He gripped Seto's chin and forced the shamed face back to him. "Okay, tell me. This is the heart of it isn't it? How you failed?"

Seto nodded mutely and moved to stand. Jou didn't let him go. Instead he pulled the brunet tight to his side, wrapping both arms around his waist. "Tell me. I promise, it will feel better."

"We were on my bed and I looked down at him and-" He shuddered slightly at the memory. "I saw Mokuba. As if he were truly there, the image of Mokuba appeared over Yugi. I knew it was Yugi, but all I saw was Mokuba. I lost my erection in a second. Yugi didn't notice that and took my sudden withdrawal as an invitation to top. He didn't realize I was trying to close it out, gritting my teeth to fight the mental fuck my brain was putting me through, and he-he before I could explain he was inside me. That was too much. In my head, it was Mokuba having sex with me. I pushed him from me and got the hell out of there before I vomited or screamed. When my mind was clear, I went back. He was waiting for me. That's when he told me I'd lost the bet and failed to win his heart." Seto leaned back and gazed at him with shamed eyes. "I'm a failure as a lover and an idiot to confuse romantic love with brotherly love."

Jou was silent, staring at him with deep calm eyes. Unable to bear the weight of the gold-green gaze the shamed brunet stood, somehow disappointed when the blond let him go this time. When the silence became unbearable, Seto spun and growled "Well?"

Instead of mocking laughter or some pat answer designed to sop his ego Katsuya answered slowly, at great length, as if weighing each word. "You are not a failure as a lover, and I don't think it's idiotic if the only love you'd ever known was for your brother. People go with what they know. I still want to see the recording, but probably not for the reason you think. " He stood and crossed to the defensively postured brunet. With deliberate intent, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to the tautly held lips. "Is that all you're worried about? That I'd think you were a failure because you couldn't keep it up for Yugi?"

A terse nod answered him. Jou decided to reassure him with unvarnished truth. "It's a relief because I'm not anything like him physically. He's small and girly and I'm all man. " The blond assumed a pose of exaggerated machismo and sent him a teasing look. "It would suck majorly if you wanted some girly-boy."

Seto's worry-dark eyes lightened slightly. "I noticed. I won't have to worry about breaking you and I know you have fire and spice." He unbent slightly to confide. "I was worried about hurting Yugi. As you said he is small and fragile." Hesitantly, the normally controlled CEO reached out and pushed back Jou's blond hair. "I'm glad you're strong. I think it will make our intimacy more... interesting."

Jou laughed; he couldn't help it. "I doubt we're going to be bored with each other for a long time, but I get it. We can play rough if we want." He raked Seto with a hot look. "We like to get physical and I think both of us might enjoy painful pleasure sometimes." A smile curved his lips. "You're feeling better, I can tell. Not as defensive. Let's watch the recording and get it over with."

Seto's eyes darkened again, but he nodded jerkily. "Fine. Let's get this over with." He sounded grim and distant but the tremor in his voice was gone. It was a small step forward and two steps back.

Jou wasn't going to let him get away with taking those steps. "Let's get comfy." He moved to the couch and gave Seto a smile. He had one of his answers; he didn't think the wounded brunet needed to see this. Sure he wanted to see the other male’s reaction to Yugi from then, but after what Seto said happened, he didn't want to upset Seto either. Seeing the CEO’s heartbreak at the sight of Yugi was one thing, seeing his pride crushed in the dust for supposed inadequacies was something else. "If you don't want to watch you don't have to." He could fight any lingering feelings. One of the best ways would be a positive, spicy sexual experience to give Seto something to dwell on rather than the painful memory with Yugi.

"I thought you wanted to see how I reacted to Yugi." Seto gave him a cool look. challenging his reasons.

"That was when I thought you might be still in love with him and didn't know what your feelings were. What you told me, if you'd told what happened before I wouldn't have... I would have... uhm... I just want you to be okay with this." Jou sighed and gave him a small frown. "Believe it or not I think you've tortured yourself over Yugi enough, and I know that Yugi and Atemu - well we will discuss them later. I don't want to hurt you."

"Too late." Seto glowered in return. "Fine, we'll watch together. I just want to get this over with." His eyes were practically glowing with emotion, his cheeks a patchwork of hectic red and white.

Jou gave him an understanding look. "You know, here," He touched Seto's chest, directly over his heart, "that nothing I see is going to change the way I feel. We want to be together and we will be. That's not what this is about, not any more. I want to see what happened with Yugi because I think there are answers there for everything. Seto, I want to be with you very much, but more than that I want you to be free of the ties to Yugi. They aren't natural or healthy for you. You have Keiko - and me - to think of. You can't risk yourself any more."

"Mokuba didn't make the list?" Seto frowned harder.

"If he had made the list you would not have gotten into this situation to begin with." The logical ex-cop pointed out ruthlessly. "Besides, I think you're mixed up in more than you know and whenever so-called 'Gods' start playing games, they demand a sacrifice. You're already throwing yourself on the altar. I'm not giving you my heart just to have you break it by being some damn martyr. We need to free you, not just for your health and life, but because I'm a possessive bastard and I don't share. I believe there might be answers in this time with Yugi and that is the only reason I'm going through with viewing this. Believe it or not, if it hurts you, it hurts me. A relationship works that way."

"Do you think I don't know that I've got to get out of this mess? I've been working on it." Seto snapped, the stopped, his eyes flying wide. "Did you just say what I think you did?"

"Took you about two seconds longer than I thought it would. Slowing down in your old age. Don't get all mushy about it okay?" Jou's cheeks were cherry red, but his eyes were steady. He'd made his decision when Seto had trusted him with the truth.

Seto froze, going so still that even his breathing seemed to stop. "You're sure? Please be sure Katsuya."

"I wouldn't have said it if I was wasn't sure." A blond eyebrow quirked up in playful inquiry. "Shouldn't you be kissing me into unconsciousness?"

That surprised a laugh out of the brunet. "No, I should be dragging you into my bedroom and insisting you prove it."

A half-smile, all teasing and invitation, lifted one corner of Jou's lips. "So why aren't you?"

Seto was on his feet in a flash, dragging Jou up by his shirt. "Who says I'm not?" There was a ripping sound as the seams of Jou's shirt gave way under Seto's hand. "Oops, hope you weren't fond of it." He released the useless shirt and grabbed his soon-to-be-lover's hand, leading the unresisting blond down the hall to his bedroom.

****

The blond sprawled comfortably on his belly, staring at the television screen. Seto's embroidered white silk robe made an effort to cover him and failed miserably, mostly because Jou was too content to tug up the shoulder that slipped down or adjust the bottom edge that had ridden up to uncover most of the curve of his ass. He was warm, relaxed, and all but purring with sexual satisfaction. He couldn't remember a time in his entire life when he'd felt this good. Yeah his ass was a little sore, but that just made him feel warmer, because the memories of what made him sore were incredible.

There wasn't anything on the television yet, and he was feeling too sated and lazy to actually reach out and push the remote button to bring it to life. He was glad he left it off when Seto, haphazardly wearing a light red robe embroidered with yellow flowers sank down beside him. "Pizza will be up in about half an hour. Just enough time for some aftercare. I have some lotion that will help the discomfort."

Jou lifted his head and smiled smugly. "I'll do you if you do me."

"Again?" Seto deadpanned. "I thought we needed to give it a rest."

Jou reached out to smack the tempting butt, "Smartass." At the last second, he halted the swat and dropped his hand down to rub affectionately and explore gently along the pink crevasse to the red, puckered hole. He'd put Seto's ass to hard use, much rougher with the other than Seto had been while inside him. Not that the dark-haired male had minded, in fact it was Seto's demands that had pushed him to thrust harder, but that didn't mean the sexy brunet wasn't feeling the effects now. The fact that he brought up the lotion was telling. Jou didn't regret their shared love making, and he didn't want his lover to regret it either. He sat up and urged Seto to lay down next to him.

He could feel the swelling of Seto's opening, the abnormal heat. His lover was definitely uncomfortable. There was also a small amount of moisture. Worried, he sat up to look. He knew some tearing would be normal. It wasn't like they were used to anal sex and neither were experienced with it. He just hoped Seto wasn't bleeding. A quick look assured him that while red, irritated, and distinctly well fucked, Seto wasn't bleeding. The moisture was... oh. Jou smiled to himself. His cum. Seto had just a small trickle of Jou's cum leaking from his ass. Hottest thing the blond had ever seen, well besides Seto cumming, Seto begging for more, Seto on his knees... Okay so all of it was the hottest experience. He'd just accept that Seto as a lover was the sexiest thing in the universe and leave it at that. No more single incident hotness. Just Seto.

Jou rubbed the sticky stuff into the reddened area. "Hmmm, hand me that lotion and I'll take care of you first." He warmed the lotion in his hand and using careful, circular strokes, rubbed it into the swollen area around the chafed little hole. He was a little surprised when, after just a few strokes, the small opening allowed his finger to slip in.

"Ahh... Good." Seto sighed in response to the unintentional penetration.

"Sore inside too. I guess." The curious and cautious blond kept up his slow, steady circles and application, delving deeper to 'ease' some of Seto's discomfort. At least that was how it started. He grew intrigued by the shuddering gasps that Seto couldn't control as he found and stroked the center of his lover's sexual energy. Had he thought it was hot before? There was nothing hotter than Seto shaking and keening with pleasure. Jou was aroused, but more, he was empowered by the pure trust and honesty of Seto's reactions. He was almost disappointed when his lover moaned and stiffened in obvious climax. He'd been enjoying the beauty of Seto's open sexual pleasure.

"My carpet will never be the same." Seto mumbled, his face buried in his arms.

"Fuck your carpet." Jou rasped back. "I'll never be the same. Do you know how beautiful you are? How incredible you look when you cum from just my finger inside you? I'm going to blow loads for years with that memory. I got my stuff all over your fancy robe that's probably a match for your carpet anyway."

"You're going to have to wait for the strength to come back to me because I couldn't move if my life depended on it." Seto sounded almost asleep.

"If you want to lay in your own spunk I guess I don't mind. I'll just go wash up." Jou stood up and chuckled when Seto floundered around, obviously trying unsuccessfully to get his body to cooperate. "Here let me help you." Laughing happily he scooped Seto upright and pulled him to his feet. The wet stain on the front of his robe and small puddle on the carpet was all the evidence Jou could ask for. Even though he didn't need it, it was proof that Seto got as much pleasure from that as he had. "Hmmm let's hurry before the pizza gets here. You get in the shower, I'll clean up the evidence then join you."

Jou made short work of the cleanup, then pulled the down duvet from the guest bedroom off the bed and spread it on the floor then hustled his happy ass into the bathroom. The idea of a hot-water flushed Seto, pink and beaded with droplets of water was a tempting thought. He remembered from school how sexy the then-teen had looked in the shower and he wanted to see it again. His love had only improved with age. With the knowledge of just how responsive that tall, lean body was and the way it felt to be buried balls deep inside the view would be a hundred times more enjoyable.

Seto was rinsing bubbles from his body when Jou stepped into the shower. With a touch of a button a third set of jets turned on, drenching the blond with a fine mist of hot water. "I don't have more robes so pajama bottoms will have to do. I have a few pairs that I got as gifts over the years - never worn." Seto peeked at him from the corner of his eye. "I'll put the lotion on you after you dry off."

"Hmm sounds like a plan. So are you going to start wearing pajamas now that you're a dad? When she starts getting mobile, she might crawl into bed with us. That could be awkward." The idea wasn't really off-putting. He couldn't think of anything sweeter than snuggling a precious toddler. Of course, slowly stripping pajama's from his lover's lean, responsive body wasn't exactly a turn off either.

"Of course I..." He broke off and turned to face Jou fully. "You said 'us.'"

"Of course 'us.' What did you think? This was a one night stand or something? I'm in this for the long haul." The blond gave him a direct look. "Aren't you?"

Seto turned and left him in the shower. "We need to discuss a few things before we make plans for the future." The dark-haired male’s voice was cool and distant, the exact opposite of the passionate lover of just a few minutes before.

Jou hurriedly sluiced off the soap he'd just applied and stepped out of the shower just in time to see Seto's towel wrapped form disappear behind the door as it closed. "What the fuck?" He mumbled to himself. Then louder "What the fuck? What bug just crawled up your ass and died?" Then even louder "You don't walk away from me after saying shit like that." He barely dried off before barreling through the door after the confusing brunet. "What the hell do we need to discuss?" He was breathing so hard he thought he'd hyperventilate. What game was the jerk playing? They were lovers, they were together, they had agreed. Hadn't they spent the last several hours confirming that? "What the fuck game are you playing?"

Seto tossed him a pair of soft grey and red pin-striped flannel pajama bottoms and bent to slide on a pair similar black and yellow bottoms. Neither bothered with the shirts. "My question exactly."

"What? Have you lost your mind? What bug is stuck up your ass?" Genuine confusion shaded the blond's voice.

"No bug, but you know that, your hand was just there, and before that, your cock. You would have known if there was a bug." Cool and completely straight faced, Seto turned and stalked into the living room.

"Ah fuck no. I am not letting you do this." Jou ran after him, tackling Seto on the down-soft duvet he'd spread out earlier. Furious and hurt, although he led with the anger, he pinned the unresisting brunet down and snapped. "Okay out with whatever is making you treat me like shit. I don't deserve it, and I'm half tempted to beat your sexy ass for it."

"You'd probably know how to make me enjoy that too wouldn't you?" Bitterness and accusation filled Seto's voice.

"What?" Jou leaned back slightly and assessed not only the tone, but the expression in Seto's eyes. Hurt, betrayal, and something else were hastily cloaked behind a wall of ice. "Oh hell. You can't be serious. Tell me what you mean, and it better not be what I think it is because if you're acting like this because of something so stupid I really will hit you."

"You're a liar." Seto indicted icily.

"Liar? Sometimes, when I have to be." Katsuya allowed. Cops lied to criminals all the time. "I haven't lied to you though. So why are you saying that?"

"I knew it was too good to be true. Your sudden change of heart, your sudden willingness to be involved with me. Even before that, your desire to 'explore' when you never had before. It was all too convenient, it was all a lie." He broke off to turn his face away. "Get off me and get out."

Jou almost obeyed, until he caught sight of the glimmer of moisture at the corner of Seto's eye. The dark-haired male meant this, he really thought Jou had been playing him. Something had to have given him the suspicion though and for the life of him the blond didn't have a clue what it could have been. "Ah man, Seto I really am going to have to hit you for being stupid. I told you that I hadn't really thought of myself as gay or bi, even though I wanted you so bad in school I would have done anything for you - except fight for you with Yugi. I don't remember if I told you before or if I just thought it, but I don't believe in 'gay for you' type stuff. If I was bi or gay, then I'd be attracted or at least not turned off by, other men. You broke off contact with me remember? If you hadn't I would have told you then that I wanted to explore my bi-sexuality. I may not have gotten involved with you, because of the baggage, but I would have told you about my decision." The blond lowered his head and nuzzled Seto's cheek. "I told you that my sister's condition woke me up to a lot of things, most of them about me and what I really wanted. One of the things I realized is that I didn't have a lot of regrets in this life but one of the few I have is that I wasn't brave enough to reach for what I wanted - you. That I was letting what happened with Mai color everything about you." He nuzzled deeper, burying his face in the long, elegant arch of Seto's neck.

"I know you, I trust you, and I want very badly to love you. I'm over halfway there and if you nudge me right I'll probably fall in the next minute or two.   Even if you don't love me like that in return, I want to give you that love. Beyond that, I want to help you, and I want to help Yugi." Jou sighed and kissed the hollow at the base of the brunet's ear. "I don't know why you're suspicious of me, but tell me and we'll deal with it. Why do you think I'm lying? What put that thought in your head?"

A thin whisper, barely audible, answered him. "You know too much."

That sent a jolt through the blond. "Say what? I know too much?"

"This, all of this, the sex. You know too much. It's obvious you've done it a lot. You can't hide that kind of experience. You probably thought I'd be too naive or grateful to notice." Seto's voice was still a whisper, but it had gained strength with each word.

"Oh hell. I never thought you'd ever bitch about me having too much education." Jou's tense body collapsed on top of Seto's, all but smothering the other man. "Seto, I planned on exploring gay sex remember? I bought books and movies, and I did internet research. I even practiced on myself to get used to the feel. I've kissed Tatsu a few times but that's all." He scattered kisses up and down Seto's neck before swinging off the supine brunet. "I didn't lie to you. If you want, I'll let you watch the movies and loan you the books. Ai can probably track my internet and tell you which sites I used."

Ai's cool, crisp and efficient voice broke in. "He is being honest, Seto. He was accessing how-to tutorials on prostate massage as early as three weeks ago and as late as an hour before he arrived."

"Holy shit." Jou jumped and gasped. "You're listening? You listened to us making love?" He was outraged by that.

"Of course." She was completely unperturbed by his anger. "If you needed a tutorial I would have displayed the information, however that was unnecessary. You have proven yourself naturally talented if I base the assessment on Seto's heart rate, respiration and verbal responses."

Jou yelped then turned to his lover, yelling "Seto! Turn her off or something. She's..."

Seto held up his hand for silence, and when Jou shut his mouth with a distinct click of teeth, the brunet ordered. "Ai Privacy Level Alpha." He smiled weakly at his lover. "She's gone."

"Good." Jou's critical green-gold gaze assessed his expression. "You believe me now, because of Ai."

A slight nod and chagrined expression crossed the normally stoic CEO's face. "I'm sorry. I just..."

"Just don't fucking trust me enough is what." He butted in to snap. Then he sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair. "And I get that. You've been used and shit before. I got the same baggage. I really should hit you for being stupid."

"Spanking?" Seto perked up slightly to tease.

"Haven't gotten that far in the tutorials, but eventually you'll earn a spanking if you keep acting like I'm not being honest with you." Jou allowed a touch of humor to lighten the mood. "You get a pass today though."

"A pass?" Seto lifted a brow and stepped close, dropping a nuzzling kiss on his cheekbone. "Thanks."

A hard shove from the brunet caught Jou off guard. "Hey what the hell? You almost knocked me over."

"You said if I nudged you right you'd fall in love with me all the way. I'm nudging you." Seto replied in perfect seriousness and shoved him again, hard enough to send him tumbling onto the duvet. This time it was Seto who pinned Jou to the floor.

Still slightly snarky, the blond snipped. "Is this where I tell you to get off and get out?"

Seto cupped his face with tender hands. "No. This is where I tell you I'm sorry for being an untrusting ass." Green-blue met green-gold with a look of such open apology and need that Jou couldn't help but be reminded of Seto's face when the brunet had been spread beneath him, eyes wide and glowing with passion and love.

Warmth filled him and he leaned up and captured the smart-mouth of his lover in a long kiss of forgiveness. He didn't tell Seto with words that his apology was accepted. The kiss said it all.

Sighing, Seto pulled away and shoved his shoulders. "I'm going to keep nudging you know."

"Yeah, I know. Feel free to do it any time." The ding of the elevator brought both of their gazes up as they remembered. In perfect synch their bellies rumbled. "I'll get the pizza." Seto leapt off Jou.

"I'll get the movie ready." Jou murmured, as he wondered when his brilliant lover would realize that nudging wasn't necessary. Who wouldn't fall in love with a super sexy, strong, loving, loyal man who made flannel look good?

Knowing that it had to be done, no matter how badly he wanted to ignore it, he squared his shoulders, turned to the television, and reached for the remote.

The recording was paused and waiting when Seto pushed the delicious smelling cart into the room. His even stride faltered slightly when he saw the image frozen on the screen. "Ah... Pizza's here." He mumbled.

That little sentence told him just how much Seto was truly worried about the recording. Seto was never redundant, never wasted words. "Mmm... smells great. We need the fuel too." He gave the brunet an inviting look. "Push the cart closer and sit down. We'll share a plate. I want to feel you next to me. I have a feeling I'm going to be jealous as hell, and need reassuring that you're mine."

Seto shoved the cart forward with unexpected strength. "I don't need to be pacified. I'm not an infant."

"Hell no, you're not a kid - a smartass brat maybe - but not a kid." Jou agreed. "But that doesn't mean we won't both feel better if we're touching. Physical contact is important. We're lovers now, but we still carry our luggage. I will be jealous, and you will be insecure, angry and defensive. If we're touching we can remind each other that we're together and have no need to worry."

Seto gave him a brooding look. "Have I mentioned I love that you have a brain?" With a crooked smile that looked more pained than happy, he sank down next to Jou and snuggled into his side. "Fine but you deal with the plate. I'm going to put my head down and nap. You said I didn't have to watch so I'm not going to."

"Not a problem. How do I talk to Ai since she is in Privacy Mode Alpha?"

"Blue button on the remote. She will come up on the screen." Seto instructed quietly as he lowered his head and rested it on the cushion of the couch.

"Great." There was a moment, then "Ai can you hear me?"

"Of course Katsuya. How may I serve you?" The computer had a distinct pout in her voice that tickled Jou's funny bone.

"The recording, did you add subtitles to it? Some advanced programs do, but I don't know if Seto bothered with your surveillance." If they whispered, the subtitles would help him.

"Of course it is subtitled, in both Japanese and English. I can sub-title in every known language and translate most of them. I'm not some second rate free-editing software." There was distinct outrage in the computer's voice.

"Yeah, should have known. Sorry. So turn the subtitles on. Seto doesn't want to watch, and I don't want him bugged by the sound either." Jou ordered briskly and hit the play button. While Yugi and Seto entered the apartment, Jou filled a plate with four slices of pizza and settled his back against the couch. "Come over here eat, Seto, I need you closer than that."

Seto resolutely averted his face from the television and curled into Jou's side, focusing on the pizza and drinks. At some point, and the male didn't really remember when, he took the plate and the blond wrapped his arm tight around the apprehensive brunet's waist. It frustrated the hell out of Seto that his lover was as silent as a tomb, but Jou didn't say a word no matter what he was viewing.

After he finished eating, Seto found himself relaxing into his lover’s warmth. Jou's touch didn't waver, but stayed firm and steady, reassuring him without words. Jou had been right, touch was important. Seto stopped worrying and just sank into the other’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. A small part of him relished that Jou cared enough about his feelings to mute the sound. He knew every word, he didn't need to hear it again.

He didn't pay attention to time passing, but sometime between hour two and three, Katsuya's heart thumped loudly and began to hammer quickly, even as he jumped as if stuck with a cattle prod. "What? See something you like?" Seto dared to tease.

"Fuck no I didn't. Seto did you ever watch this? I mean ever?" An underlying tone of urgency made Jou's voice made Seto lift his head warily.

"I've already told you no. I was there, remember? I don't need to watch it." He still didn't look at the television, but he was tempted to for the first time. Something had triggered a very strong response in the blond.

"That's just it, you weren't there all the time were you? You left Yugi alone to take a call from Mokuba, didn't you?" The urgency became more palpable.

Unnerved and vaguely defensive, Seto pulled out of Jou's one armed embrace. "Yes, no, maybe? Mokuba called and Yugi insisted I take it in the other room. We had just started to get close physically, and I thought he might need some breathing room. When I got to the other room, the line was dead and when I called him back, the connection kept dropping. It took probably ten minutes to get through and when I finally reached him, Mokuba said that he must have butt dialed me."

"You don't know what Yugi was doing while you were calling Mokuba." Jou took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Seto I'm going to change what I said. I want - no I need - you to watch that part and maybe one other. I've already seen it, but Seto, I need to be sure. Two pairs of eyes are better than one."

"I've told you I would watch it." Seto agreed stiffly, but Jou could tell that he was dreading what was coming up.

Not that the blond blamed him, because his love had every reason to be apprehensive about what he was about to see, just not for the reason he thought. Jou leaned forward and brought Seto back down to his side. "You need to look at it from the same perspective as me." He adjusted the remote, slowing and zooming in on Yugi.

Seto saw himself leave the room to return Mokuba's call, and he expected to see Yugi stay curled up on the couch where they had been getting closer. Instead the smaller man jumped to his feet and began to pace, pulling at his hair frantically. Then, as if coming to a decision, froze and began to speak aloud. Jou hastily unmuted the sound.

Yugi's voice was distinctive, but his words were unintelligible, until the subtitles caught up. Stunned, Seto sat up, leaning forward urgently. "He's speaking Archaic Egyptian."

"Yes, and he's holding a conversation, answering and asking questions, and he's receiving answers his answers. Two guesses who he's talking to." Jou was watching the screen carefully, timing when to freeze the frame to catch the flash he'd seen earlier. "He's crying and very upset Seto." But soon that would stop. He slowed the playback to a crawl, and then to a frame a second. And there, just as he'd seen earlier, was what he'd wanted Seto to confirm. "You see it don't you?"

"That's..." The normally unflappable CEO sounded completely stunned.

"I know. Caught it earlier when I was going over this part. It was weird the way he went from that sobbing mess to what you returned to, and I wanted to know what had happened so I went through it frame by frame." He returned the recording to normal speed.

Curious and determined to see what else Jou had found, Seto watched intently. It happened exactly as he remembered, everything exactly as he remembered, until he was on the bed with Yugi, then it changed, where Seto remembered leaning over Yugi and looking down, seeing his brother, on the screen, the larger male went perfectly still, falling almost on top of Yugi. Yes, Yugi had taken him, but it hadn't been a misunderstanding or any kind of vague accident. Yugi had stroked himself to hardness, then impaled Seto without any kind of lube or prep. That had galvanized the Seto on screen to throw Yugi off and leave the room. "That isn't what I remember. I don't understand. The recordings can't have been altered but..."

"Seto, look at your face just before you fall." Jou said softly, moving the recording back and starting it in frame-by-frame motion. "See. Just like Yugi. Seto, I don't need to tell you what he did to you. He did it deliberately to fulfill the bet and make you a slave."

Seto actually gagged. "That..." He got up and ran for the bathroom.

"Yeah. That's about how I feel too." Jou agreed to the empty room and pressed the blue button. "Ai stay in privacy mode, but text me. You know what to look for, you'll never convince me you weren't spying, even if you weren't actively making a video. Scan the rest of the recording and see if you can find anything else. Seto needs me right now."

What could have mistaken for genuine concern threaded through Ai's voice. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"

"Yeah, find all the information you can on that missing motorcycle, Ishtar Malik, and fuck, figure out my finances enough to get me to Egypt to find him, because we need him." Jou pushed down the rage that was bubbling through him. It wouldn't do anybody any good, and since P-cubed started tomorrow, it was best that their emotions were kept under wraps. Shit had just gotten a lot more dangerous; or maybe they had just realized the danger they were in. Either way, they needed to be aware and in control, and Jou's anger and Yugi's betrayal of Seto had to be put on the back burner for now.

He didn't know if Seto would welcome him or rage at him for coming after him, but either reaction was more welcome than the heartbreak he'd seen on Seto's face in that cursed recording when Yugi had told him he'd failed.

***

In another realm, a woman wearing a crown and feather looked at her faithful servant. "The first challenge is met. Do what must be done." When the leonine form disappeared, she sat back in her throne wearily. "Our bargain is sealed, my Hero. The battle begins."

***

Here ends episode fifteen of Lost and Found. Stay tuned - same bat channel, same bat time.

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