My Bloody Valentine | By : KlebKat Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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My
Bloody Valentine
By:
K.L.E.B.KAT
Part:
Two of Five
For:
REM’s Spring Fling Challenge at the Dragon’s Lair
Pairings:
OC/Jonouchi, Seto/Jonouchi
Special
thanks to: Ten-chan and Shardai
Rating:
NC-17 (would be rated R if not for the Lemon)
Spoilers:
None
Warnings:
Uh, Morbid
Song:
“My Bloody Valentine” is by Good Charlotte
Disclaimer:
<..> *<--is sad cause she doesn’t own
Yu-Gi-Oh! but she does have “The Young and the
Hopeless” CD by Gooarloarlotte*.
Summary:
Jonouchi has had many lovers in the past, and Seto is the latest one at his
doorstep. Too bad Jonouchi already has a boyfriend, but Seto can fix that...just
like he has “fixed” all of Jonouchi’s other boyfriends.
*~*
Note’s: The teacher is modeled after Theresa
Monsour’s Clean Cut bad guy. Have fun!!
*~*~*
"Whoever’s in there, OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!" Jonouchi screamed, ready to break the thing in
half. Finally, the door slid to the side, to Jonouchi‘s delight.
"Bout time! Look you moron, I--"
Cold, lifeless blue eyes met amber. "K-K-Kaiba?
What are you doing here?"
"Waiting on your ass, mutt. Because of you and
that jack ass teacher, I’m late for work!"
"THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LEAVE? AND HOW DARE YOU CALL ROMANN--" A
look of horror, grasped at Jonouchi’s face, and he let a hand go to his mouth
as if he had said a naughty word.
Kaiba’s mind began to work on the solution but his cell phone wrung and he went
back to the desk to take the call.
Opening the satchel to grab the phone, Seto noticed a small red box next to it.
Ah, yes, Jonouchi’s present! Picking each item up in one hand, Kaiba turned to
and addressed Jonouchi, "Katsuya, this is for you," and he tossed the
package to him as he came into the room. Seto was about to press the call
accept button
when he heard Jonouchi ask, "What is it?"
Seto paused, not expecting to be questioned. "A
gift."
"Gift?" came the dumbfounded
reply.
"Yes, a gift. You can open it now if you want to," and Seto’s phone
beeped with the press of a button and he put it to his ear. "Yes, Seto
Kaiba speaking."
As the worker on the phone asked him about his absence, Kaiba could hear Jonouchi
fumbling with the box.
"Look," Kaiba said as Jonouchi finally opened the red cube, "I’m
busy at the moment and I’ll get there when I can! Just hauwiiuwiia take control
for the time
be&quo" and he hung up on the worker in mid-sentence. Damn morons, Seto
thought as he finished packing his things.
"K--Kaiba..."
Seto turned to the puppy, glad to see shock and confusion on his face as he
held the small slip of white paper. "Yes, Jonouchi?" he asked coolly.
"Kaiba, what is this?"
With a k, Kk, Kaiba walked casually over to Jonouchi, satchel in hand and the other
sweeping a piece of golden hair back, "Why, puppy, it’s my phone number. I
want you to give me a call later, I have some
reservations for us at my favorite restaurant."
Flinching, Jonouchi took a step back, unable to stand that cold, dead stare
from Seto‘s face, eyes, and person. "Kaiba I, uh, I don’t think I’ll be
able to make
it anytime soon," he fiddled with the slip of paper before putting it back
in the red box and closing it, "I’ll give you a call though."
Expressionless, Seto let his hand drop from the air, where he had left it when Jonouchi
had pulled away and turned to the door. "Can’t make it? That’s too bad,
I had put a lot of effort in the restaurant’s selection."
"I’m sorry to disappoint," Jonouchi gave a light, goofy smile,
"Kaiba. Maybe next time?"
"Sure, I’m a patient man," and Kaiba walked out the door, passing Mr.
Michaels as he stepped to the side to allow Kaiba to leave. "Thank you and
have a nice
day, Mr. Kaiba."
A simple "Hn" was his only reply.
Michael stepped in, sliding the door, still locked, behind him as Jonouchi came
to him and threw the small box into the trashcan. "What’s that,
Jo-kun?"
Running a hand over Michael’s chest, Jonouchi stepped closer, resting against his
teacher and gently nipping his neck, "It’s nothing, just something I
picked
up."
*~*~*
Of all the dumb things to happen, Seto just had to
forget about his CD player. I get half way to KaibaCorp....grrrrr!!
Kaiba beenbeen gone from campus for about thirty minutes, according to his estimates,
before he had turned around, begging any god listening that Mr.
Boring hadn’t left yet.
A light jog down a few empty halls and Seto slowed down to a walk. He better be
here or I’ll-- his thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound. What the hell
was
that? He heard it again.
He stopped, standing as still as he could be to try and pinpoint the sound.
"Romann...Oh, Romann!"
What the hell? Seto stepped lightly down the hall, nearing Michaels’ classroom,
interest rising as he was rewarded with the small sounds getting louder.
Noticing the light was only on in Michaels’ classroom, Seto slowly peeked
though the tiny door window.
OH MY GOD! Seto’s mind cried out as a gasp escaped his lips as he saw that both
Jonouchi and Michael’s were completely naked with Jonouchi sitting on the
wooden desk, the winter blond between his legs.
"Jonouchi..." Romann kissed down his throat, nipping at his collar
bone.
"Please...I’m ready."
The elder man ripped himself out of his lover’s arms andbbedbbed his legs and threw
them up over hiouldoulders. This action caused Jonouchi to be flung back
against the wooden desk with a sickening sound.
Seto’s eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as he leaned against the door. How...how
could I miss something like that? How...?! It made sense to him now,
why Jonouchi would always do something to get Mr. Tiresome’s attention, why he would
always look at Jonouchi intensely when none of the other students were
looking...
And it explained why Jonouchi would look back, stay after class when he wasn’t in
trouble. It even explained the small, kinky, slutty moves of flirtation and
seduction, spaced out and hardly noticeable unless someone really looked.
Shit, Katsuya’s been fucking the teacher! Well, the teacher’s been fucking Katsuya
would be the appropriate terminology, his mind corrected.
A strangled moan broke Seto from his thoughts and he returned his attention
back to the lovers. Jonouchi and Mr. Boring were kissing each other as he
pounded
into Jonouchi, keeping each other from moaning too loudly in the heat of passion.
Seto focused on Jonouchi, his hard body trembling as he withered in pleasure.
In his mind, the teacher turned into himself, the one causing Jono to writhe in
ecstasy.
A sigh escaped his lips as he unconsciously fumbled with the front of his
pants, "...Jonouchi......&qubr>
br>
Brown orbs met ocean blue, lust clouding both shades over, "....mmm,
Romann..." and then widened with shock and fear as he realized who he was
looking at and
his real lover sealed his lips, stilling to come into him.
Seto dashed to the other side of the door, in a rare moment of confusion, then recomposed himself, reading for the inevitable clash.
"Jo-kun, did you like that?" the voice of
Romann whispered.
"Yes, but..."
"What is it Jo-kun?"
"He saw us..."
The CEO cringed at the desperateness in Jonouchi’s voice, the low, sadness of
it.
"Who?"
"Seto...Seto’s going to tequotquot;
A moment of silence and Romann spoke up, low and saddened just like Jonouchi’s,
"I told you that being caught was a possibility, Jo."
"NO! They’ll take you away from me! They won’t understand!" Loud sobs
could be heard; weeping, like at a funeral.
"Shhh, It’ll be okay, Jo. It’ll be okay..."
Seto didn’t want to, but he had to. He slowly slid along the door, careful not to
make a sound as he looked through the mini door window. Jonouchi was now
sitting to the best of his ability, the teacher’s arms wrapped around him as he
sobbed into Romann’s chest. Their "bond" unbroken as Jonouchi clung
to him.
"It’s okay..."
"...no it’s not!" Jonouchi pause, letting go
of Romann to look him in the eye, his cheeks shiny from streaking tears,
"...I don’t want to lose you too, Romann! I‘m sick of
losing my boyfriends!"
HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE HE!!
Kaiba’s mind yelled, fuming with anger. THEY WEREN’T WORTHY OF YOU! HOW DARE
YOU!!
"You’re not going to lose me, Jonouchi! We’re going stay like this and
deal with the consequences! Understand?"
Sobbing a bit more, Jonouchi nodded, bring his cheek to rest on Romann’s shoulder
and his arms retook their place around his teacher. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jo-kun," Romann whispered as he snaked a hand
through Jonouchi’s hair and kissed his head.
*~*~*
Kaiba didn’t go to work. He didn’t go to work that day or the next day or the day
after that. It wasn’t because of what he saw in the classroom, yet it was.
Turning down another shot of Russian vodka, Seto stood up from his three-day stupor
in the relaxation room.
"I don’t have the heart to drink myself drunk but I can’t stand being
sober either!" he said to himself as he forced himself to pour more vodka.
"Again,
Jonouchi? Again? Why again? Why now?! I‘m so fucking close to getting you now!"
Tilting the glass up, he drowned the vodka and twirled around to shatter the damn
thing into the closest wall, which was t net next to him. "WHAT
THE FUCKING
AGAIN, JONOUCHI? Trash like that touching MY
PUPPY!"
Seto banged his fist against the wall, finding out the hard way that shards of the
broken glass had embedded themselves in his hand. "GODDAMNIT!"
Instead of opening his fist, Seto left it there, resting and watching as thick lines
of blood began to pour dorom rom his palm, seeping through his fingers to
bloody his long sleeved, dark blue silk shirt.
With a dazed look, Seto pulled his fist away from the wall like a drunken man, staggering
backwards. Lazily, he opened his bloody palm and began to pick out
the glass with his fingernails, causing more blood to swell into his hand and onto
the carpeted floor.
Kaiba, in this odd state, began to sing:
>>Oh, my love,
>>Please don’t cry
>>I’ll wash my bloody hands
>>And we’ll start a new life.
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