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Title: Hardball 2/3
Author: Akuchan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): JxS (mentions of Seto and someone
else)
Beta: Puppy-uke
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I never have and never will own
Yugioh.� And I don�t make any money from
this story.
Summary: Seto has a need that he is unable to
divulge to his lover.� Jounouchi
discovers his secret and doesn�t know how to deal with it.

8:17 p.m. The
numbers on his watch had changed precisely one minute since he had last checked
it.� He should be getting ready to go to
Darkest Secrets; instead, he was sitting at his desk in his office at Kaiba
Manor.� He�d made sure that Katsuya knew
that he was home so there would be no doubts in his lover�s mind of his
whereabouts tonight.� The events from
the previous week dictated that he had darkened that doorstep for the very last
time.� Unless, of course, Katsuya left
him, which became a less likely event as each day passed. And for that, he was
thankful.� It had been a revelation when
he�d finally realized that he was terrified that his lover might leave him for
good.� He didn�t know when the blond had
become such a vital part of his life, but it had happened, and faced with the
choice of Katsuya walking out for good, or he himself never going back, it
wasn�t a difficult decision to make. �That wasn�t to say that he didn�t feel resentment at the thought
that he would never experience the fulfillment of being fisted again, and
already he was plotting a way to get Katsuya involved.� He would not bring the subject up at
present, but at some point down the road, he was sure it would be safe to do
so.� He snorted in his mind; ~that~ was
just wishful thinking.� Or was it? He
wasn�t so sure.� He had repeatedly gone
over the things that Katsuya had said that night, and he was quite certain that
his lover hadn�t once said that he found the idea disgusting. He�d never even
implied that. Instead, he�d focused more on his own feelings of betrayal than
on the act itself.� But, at the moment,
Seto knew that he had to appear to be more concerned with making Katsuya want
to stay, than worried about whether or not he�d ever get his lover to go along
with his little kink.�

The last week
had been hell.� Though he had come back
to their bed, Katsuya was barely speaking to him; when he did, the conversation
was usually rife with hurt feelings and accusations.� Seto himself was getting sick of answering the same questions
over and over again, and of hearing repeatedly how much he�d wounded Katsuya.� He got it; he didn�t need to be told ad
nauseum about the damage that he had done.

From there it
wouldn�t take long for their discussions to degenerate into a shouting
match.� He had been furious to learn
that Katsuya had hired a private detective to follow him, and doubly furious
that none of his personal bodyguards had picked up on the fact that he was
being trailed. Being a pragmatic man, he had offered the P.I. employment as his
new head of security.

Katsuya
was wrong about one thing, though.�
Sneaking around hadn�t been thrilling at all.� He hated that he had been lying to lover. He wouldn�t have done
it, but Seto had honestly believed at the time that if he�d had made known his
secret kink, the blond would have thought that he was a freak and would have
walked.� However, Katsuya had been right
when he had said that he thought Seto got off on doing it in public; he did.

�Seto, heads
up!� He snapped out of his thoughts just as something landed with a thud on his
desk in front of him.�

�Katsuya,� he
growled, but he couldn�t stay annoyed; his lover was standing in the doorway,
looking oh so sexy in a pair of well-worn jeans and red tank top. The cocky
grin he wore merely added to the effect, especially as Seto hadn�t seen it in a
week- though the brunet couldn�t help but go cold when he saw what had been
thrown on his desk. He picked up the plastic bag, and held it warily between
his thumb and forefinger. The device looked like a hot water bottle with a pump
attached to it at one end and a hose and nozzle at the other, and he gazed at
it as if he�d never seen one before in his life.

�Ya gotta do
that first, right?�

Suspicious of
what his partner was up to, Seto just nodded his head.

�Well, come on
then.� Katsuya disappeared back into the hallway, but his order to �bring that
with you� wafted through the empty doorway.�
Seto hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity got the better of
him.� Did this mean what he thought it
did?� There was only one way to find
out.� He got up from his chair and
followed Katsuya, the enema kit still dangling from his fingers.� His lover had already disappeared by the
time he hit the hallway, but following his instincts, Seto hurried up the
stairs to their bedroom.� The blond was
waiting for him in the entrance to the bathroom, looking very excited.� Taking the enema kit from Seto, Katsuya
pushed him through the doorway.

�Ok, you take
your clothes off and I�ll get this ready,� he said, turning to the sink.

Seto stood
dumbfounded, and watched as his lover tested the temperature of the water and
then methodically cleaned the nozzles and filled the enema bag.� As thrilled as he was by what Katsuya was
offering, the atmosphere was too cold and clinical for his tastes.� That, he could get on his own.� He�d often fantasized about Katsuya helping
him in his preparations, but the way his lover was going about it was
completely wrong.� He was enthusiastic
to the point of being manic, as if he were forcing himself to do something that
he really didn�t want to.� When Katsuya
turned back, Seto still had his clothes on, and was standing exactly as he had
been before the blond had turned to fill the bag.

�You�re still
dressed.�� Katsuya was crestfallen.� �Don�t you want this?� Or is it just ~me~ that you don�t want to do
this with?�

Seto stepped
closer to Katsuya, and brushed his knuckles down his lover�s jaw line.� �It�s not that, Katsuya. I�m thrilled that
you�re offering, but I get the feeling that you�re doing this for me, and not
because you�re turned on by it.�� God,
he ~must~ be in love if he were willing to give Katsuya an out, he thought to
himself.

�You�re kidding
me, right?� Besides shredding my heart,
do you know what ~else~ seeing you with someone�s arm elbow deep in your ass
did to me?� Would you be surprised to
learn that despite how hurt I am, I�m also turned on?� So much so, that I can�t tell you how many times I�ve whacked off
since last Wednesday to the fantasy of ~me~ being your top.�

He didn�t get a
chance to say anymore; Kaiba�s mouth had descended on his, his probing tongue
effectively silencing the blonde�s. Seto was relieved at Jounouchi�s
immediate response, and within seconds the blond had wrested control away from
him, but not before blindly placing the enema kit on the counter behind
him.� Seto had no doubts about how turned
on his lover was at the moment as his body was pulled against his lover�s and
he felt Jounouchi�s erection digging into his thigh.� While he kissed him, Jounouchi lowered Kaiba to the floor and
then straddled his hips before tearing his mouth away.� He looked down at Kaiba, his eyes blazing with
lust.� Seto moaned wantonly and bucked
up against Jounouchi�s groin. He�d missed Jounouchi�s touch, and needed to feel
more of him.

�Damn, Seto,
you�re hot when you�re like this.� Jounouchi�s voice was a hoarse growl as he
bent forward and latched onto Seto�s neck.��
He went to work unbuttoning Seto�s shirt, and it wasn�t long before his
hands where freely roaming the plains of the brunet�s chest.� Jounouchi�s fingers brushed over a pebble
hard nipple, and then stopped to play with it when Seto began to writhe beneath
him.� At one time he�d have been
horrified by the needy moans and whimpers that were coming out of his mouth,
but Jounouchi had been the master of his body for a long time now, and he no
longer gave his reactions any thought.�
The notion flitted across his mind that perhaps he should have
considered that�that Jounouchi most likely wouldn�t have passed judgement on
him for his needs, and would have done his best to accommodate them.� He didn�t care about the disappointed whine
he gave when Katsuya removed his mouth from his neck and stopped the attention
to his chest, he only cared that the blond had stopped.� However, that feeling didn�t last a second
because Katsuya sat up and busied himself with Seto�s pants.� The blond slid off his lap and moved between
his legs, pulling the brunet�s trousers off him as he did so.� When his erection popped free of his
underwear, the brunet gave no thought to his delighted groan as his lover�s
tongue slid across the head.� He cried
out in frustration when Katsuya paid no more attention to it.� Instead, the blond stood up, pulling Seto�s
pants down, and leaving them to bunch at his ankles as he did so.� Before he could protest, Katsuya was back
with the enema kit held in both hands.� Let�s try this again,� he said as he
knelt down beside Seto.

A shiver of
anticipation shot down the brunet�s spine when Katsuya prodded him to turn onto
his side.

�Do I need to
lube this up, or is it ok without it?�

�You don�t need
any lube,� Seto answered. The uncertainty that Jounouchi was feeling did not go
unnoticed, and in an effort to reassure him, the brunet reached behind him and
guided the hand that held the nozzle to his ass.� �Just stick it in to the end, where it starts to get wide.� Yeah, that�s it.� The last bit came out as a
moan.

�Talk me through
it, Seto; tell me what to do.��
Jounouchi�s voice was husky but unsure as he leaned over his lover.

Talk him through
it?� All he had to do now was pump in
the water.� He almost snapped at
Katsuya, but bit back his comment before he ruined the evening.� If his lover was willing to do this for him,
then talking him through it was the least he could do.� Fighting against his own embarrassment, he
asked Jounouchi how much water was in the bag.

�It holds a
litre,� the blond answered.

�I can take the
whole thing, but not all at once.� Pump
the water in slowly.�� Seto closed his
eyes and revelled in the fact that it was Katsuya doing this to him, as he had
fantasized so many times.� As the water
filled his colon, his already hard cock began to throb.� He wrapped his hand around it, and started
to stroke.� The double pleasure in his
ass and groin loosened Seto�s tongue.�
�I�ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time.� Ohh it feels good.�� Katsuya had just emptied the bag and Seto
knew that this feeling wouldn�t last long now.�
The cramps would be coming soon.

Seto was jolted
out of his euphoric state when Katsuya pulled the nozzle out, shoved a butt
plug in its place and then rolled him onto his back.� Straddling the other as he had earlier, he pressed down on the
brunet�s abdomen.� �Look, you can see it
move!�� He laughed as he poked at the
bulging pockets of flesh.

Seto was
furious, but in his position there was little he could do.� He should have known better than to trust
Katsuya when he was pissed at him.�
However, he couldn�t indulge his anger at the moment; his intestines
were beginning twist, and he had to focus all of his energy on keeping
everything in.� There was no way that he
was going to give the ass on top of him the satisfaction of seeing him shit
himself.� Taking a deep breath, he
looked up at the blond and asked him what he wanted.

�I want some
answers, Seto.�� Katsuya put his fingers
to the brunet�s lips when he began to protest.�
�No, Seto, you haven�t been completely honest, and I don�t think we can
go forward until you are.�

Seto didn�t say
anything; he just glared daggers.

�I�m sure you�re
having a hard time concentrating, so I�ll try to keep the questions simple. Is
that ok by you?�

�Do I have a choice?�

�No, you don�t.
I�m glad you recognize that.� First
question: Do you love your top?�

�No.�

The look on his
face told Seto that Katsuya didn�t believe him. �You let him do something so
intimate with you, and I saw the rapture on your face. You expect me to believe
that?�

�Yes. I never
kissed him.� Hell I never even looked at
him.�

�What does that
have to do with anything?�

The expression
on Seto�s face revealed that, at that moment, he thought Katsuya was an
idiot.� Through clenched teeth, he told
the blond that he had never established a connection with the man�that in his
mind, it was always Katsuya who was behind him.� He hated having to say these things out loud; his lover should
just know it instinctively.

�So why didn�t
you just tell me? Why hide it?�

�Dammit, why do
you think?�� Seto said panting as he
rode out another cramp.� He didn�t know
how much longer he would be able to hold it all in.

�I don�t know,
Seto. I can think of a million reasons why you wouldn�t tell me, but I want to
hear ~your~ reasons.�

�Oh shit, oh
damn,� he cursed as he squirmed beneath the blond and squeezed his anal passage
tight.� Things were going to get messy
real soon if Katsuya didn�t let him up.

�That�s not an
answer, Seto.�

He couldn�t
stand it anymore; in a rush of words, he told Jounouchi that he�d been too
ashamed to say anything, that he�d been afraid of what the blond would have
thought of him for wanting something so bizarre.

�See, that
wasn�t so hard, was it?�� Seto just
glared at him, furious that he�d been forced to say it out loud.� �One more thing.� You ~do~ get off on doing it in public though, don�t you?�

�Yeessss�
Katsuya, please let me up.�� He hated
that he was begging, but he was a desperate man.

�You got
it.�� Jounouchi said.� He pulled the plug out and exited the
bathroom as Seto scrambled across the floor to the toilet.

�� *****

Seto stepped out
of the shower and rubbed a massive white bath sheet feverishly over his
body.� Katsuya was a dead man.� He was sure that the blond was long gone,
but he would have to surface eventually, and when he did, he�d be waiting for
him.� He ignored the voice in his head
that said that he�d had it coming to him.�
He pulled a brush through his hair, and wrapped a dry towel around his
waist.� He figured that since he was
ready and Katsuya had effectively ended their relationship, there was no reason
why he had to stay away from Darkest Secrets now.� Tonight, he�d lose himself in his fantasy world.� Tomorrow? He�d worry about that tomorrow.

He stopped dead
in his tracks when he opened the door to his bedroom.� Katsuya was standing at the bed, with his back to the door.� He was holding up two wigs, and the tilt of
his head told Seto that he was deep in thought.� He licked his lips and forgot that two seconds ago he�d been
plotting the other�s very painful demise.�
Katsuya had changed out of his jeans, and was now wearing a pair of
painted on black leather pants that were laced up the sides and gave a nice
view of his muscular thighs.� His shirt
� if it could be called that � was nothing more than two strips of leather
slung over his shoulders, which were threaded horizontally with five chains.

He turned when
he heard Seto�s intake of breath.� He
held a sapphire blue wig out to the brunet.�
�I think I want you to wear this one; it matches your eyes.�

�And where am I
going to wear that?� Seto asked, unsure of whether he was still angry with
Katsuya or not.

Sauntering
across the room, exaggerating the sway of his hips, Katsuya wrapped his arms
around Seto�s neck. �I�m glad you�re not mad.�

�Who said I�m
not?�

�The fact that
I�m still on my feet says you�re not,� the blond said, peppering Seto�s face
with kisses.� �I guess you can say that
we�re even now.�

�So it was just
revenge then?� Seto tried to pull away, but Katsuya tightened his grip.

�No, Seto, it
wasn�t.� As I said earlier, I needed
some answers, and you weren�t being honest�with either of us.� I learned what I needed to know, and can put
this behind me.� The question now is,
can you?�

Seto looked down
into his lover�s forgiving eyes; he really did have a lot less to excuse� �hmm,
maybe I ~did~ having it coming to me, � he conceded.� �You can really go on like nothing happened?�� The brunet asked sceptically.

�I didn�t say
that.� It�ll always be a blight on our
relationship, but I believe you when you say that you never had any feelings
for the guy, and that you were just fulfilling a need.� It hurts that you couldn�t tell me, but I
understand why, and I�ll get over it.��
When he finished talking, Katsuya laid his head on Seto�s shoulder.

Seto tightened
his hold on Katsuya�s waist and rested his head on the blond mop of hair.� For the first time in a week, he felt like
everything might just be ok.� After a
few minutes he whispered into Katsuya�s ear, �Just promise me you�ll never do
anything like that again.�

�Hey that�s my
line,� Katsuya joked.� �But in all
honesty, Seto, I can�t make that promise; you enjoyed it too much.�� When Seto didn�t say anything, the blond
continued. �You got off when you were in there by yourself, didn�t you Seto? As
pissed as you were, you were excited too.�

Seto pulled away
from Katsuya and turned his back to him.�
He�d been hoping that he could have kept that little bit of information
to himself.� He flinched when Katsuya
laid his hand on his shoulder.� �Don�t
worry about it. No judgements, I promise.�

The brunet was
quiet for a moment more, and then turned to face his lover.� �So why are you dressed like that?�� He asked, changing the subject.

�Well, it is
Wednesday night.� Since Darkest Secrets
has two million of your yen, I figured we might as well take advantage.�� Jounouchi said, waggling his eyebrows.

Seto wasn�t sure if that was such a good idea.� He didn�t know if he�d ever be able to go to
that club with Katsuya without the spectre of his deceit haunting anything that
they�d do there.� He ~did~ know that
tonight was too soon.� He also knew that
he and Katsuya had to get back to each other before they could play in
public.� With that thought came a jolt
of excitement; yes, they would definitely play in a club like Darkest Secrets,
but he�d never go back there.� It may be
the only one of its kind in Domino, but he knew of at least three or four in
Tokyo.� �Not tonight, Katsuya. I think
I�d just like to stay home.�� Katsuya
looked severely disappointed, and doubt began to cloud his eyes.� Seto took his lover�s hand, and squeezed it,
�I just think it�s too soon.� Besides,
before you do me in public, it�s best that you practice. People will be
watching you, you know.��

He was rewarded
with a lecherous grin.� Well then, in that case, I guess we better get
started.�

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