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I Almost Had You	By : Hideki LaShae Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8329 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-I Almost Had You
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 1
- 2
- 3
Disclaimer: All Yu-Gi-Oh! characters and references belong to their respective owners. The song lyrics from Come a Little Bit Closer belong to Jay and the Americans and Welcome To My Life belong to Simple Plan and the companies that recorded them and were used in this story with the best of intentions. The song “Witch Doctor” as performed by David Seville and the Chipmunks belongs to the artists and the company that recorded it. The song I Can’t Fight This Feeling belongs to Chicago and the company that recorded it and was used in this story with the best of intentions. Story elements © Hideki LaShae. No money was gained in the writing of this story.

I Almost Had You
By
Hideki LaShae

Chapter Two
Life’s a Dance We Learn as We Go

- - Modern Day - -

Kaiba Seto, world renown teen billionaire and C.E.O. of Kaiba Corp, sat at the counter in a little café just on the other side of the Mexican border. His meeting in Houston ended earlier than he anticipated and he had time to spare before his return flight back to Tokyo and then on to Domino, so he decided to enjoy a little Mexican hospitality. After tasting the food, he wished he’d stayed in Texas, not that the food was really bad. In fact the stupid mutt would probably love it. It’s just that the food wasn’t all that appealing to him.

A young man sat at a nearby table looking at Seto with a pleasant smile.

Seto glanced at the black haired Mexican for what must be the thousandth time since he sat down in the café. He saw the other lick his lips suggestively.

“Ignore him,” whispered the café owner, “He belongs to the man, José.”

Seto glared at the café owner. “I’m not interested in brunets.”

The man smiled. “Red or blond?”

“Blond,” mumbled Seto raising his coffee to his lips. He turned his eyes to the young Mexican again. “Why does he keep staring at me?”

“Because he’s a slut,” whispered the café owner, “He has obviously chosen you to be the next person José kills over him.” He eyed Seto for a moment. “I can see why he would be interested in you. You probably have people lining up around the block to date you back home!”

“I think my line is a little longer than that,” said Seto with a chuckle.

“I can believe that.”

“Come a little bit closer. You’re my kind of man, so big and so strong. Come a little bit closer. I’m all alone and the night is so long,” whispered the Mexican when Seto looked at him again.

Seto stood up and threw some money on the counter for the meal. He walked towards the young man who stood up and met him on a small dance floor.

“My name is Ricardo,” whispered the young man moving into Seto’s arms as the mariachi band played in the background.

Seto wrapped his arms around Ricardo and basked for a moment in the warm feeling of being so close to another man, but deep in his heart, he knew this situation to be wrong. He knew the arms around him belonged to the wrong person. Although at the moment, he didn’t know whom the right person is. All he could see when he closed his eyes was blond hair shimmering in the light and a wide goofy grin directed solely at him. He refused to fight the feelings overwhelming him from his thoughts of this strange blond he saw, a faceless blond except for the soft, kiss reddened lips curling into that grin. His heart pounded slightly as the blond swayed to a different brand of music, a nice seductive beat.

Ricardo ran a hand through Seto’s impeccably neat mahogany brown locks, and his hand came to rest on Seto’s chin. He pulled Seto closer.

Seto leaned forward a little and kissed Ricardo half on his lips and half on his cheek. His eyes widened when he heard the music stop.

“Vamoose! José’s on his way!” exclaimed the guitar player.

“Come a little bit closer. You’re my kind of man, so big and so strong. Come a little bit closer. I’m all alone and the night is so long,” whispered Ricardo into Seto’s ear.

Seto looked around suddenly to see the empty café around him. He pushed himself away from Ricardo and hurried out the door just before a tough-looking Mexican man walked inside. He jumped into his rented car and drove away as fast as the car could go, heading back towards the United States and his return flight home to Japan. “I can’t believe that! What kind of drugs did they put into that food? I kissed him! That fucking slut, and I kissed him! He’s not even my type at all, but I kissed him… And it felt nice. Damn him!”

Seto pulled up to the checkpoint on the border and showed the officials the necessary information. Once through, he didn’t lay off the gas until he returned to his hotel.

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“Boring, boring, boring,” mumbled Jounouchi Katsuya tapping his pencil on his desk. His honey-brown eyes darted towards the vacant seat along the wall, and he sighed. He couldn’t even irritate his worst rival because he missed school again. Fourth day in a row that he’d been gone. He sighed again. His name may be Jounouchi Katsuya, but everyone called him Jou instead. Not only was Jou less of a mouthful but also it wasn’t the name, Katsuya, that his mother gave him. Katsuya would be better off as a girl’s name! His second reason for going by Jou instead of Jounouchi was that Jounouchi was the name given to him by his father and thus a very lousy name choice indeed. So in his mind, Jou was the only possible thing worth being called.

A note bounced onto Jou’s desk, and the boy with the golden blond hair snatched it up quickly before the teacher saw it.

Jou unfolded the note beneath his desk and read the neatly written words, ‘Is there something wrong, J? You’ve been acting weird for days. – Y.’

Worried amethyst eyes gazed at Jou.

Jou sent a shaky smile at his best friend.

The smile did nothing to calm Motou Yugi down. He grabbed one of his spiky yellow bangs and tugged on it uncertainly. The odd spikes on his head stood up in multi-colors of flaming red, twilight black, and pale yellow although the yellow was mostly reserved just for the bangs surrounding his face.

Jou turned back to the note in his lap and he lifted his pencil. His rough, uneven scrawl appeared on the page a second later. ‘Nothing’s wrong, Y. I just miss fighting with MB. I take out all my stress on him now that I’ve quit bullying people. He’s been gone a long time and I need someone to fight with. – J.’ He crumpled the note up again and watched for a moment when the teacher’s back turned to fling it back towards Yugi.

Yugi didn’t wait a moment before opening the note and reading it. He wrote back and tossed the paper to Jou again.

Jou read the latest words. ‘Is that why you practically jumped H this morning when he asked about S? Honestly, J. You need to calm down! MB will be back before you know it! And I hate calling him MB. Can’t we come up with a better code for him? – Y.’ He flashed a genuine smile back at Yugi. He wrote down the words. ‘I don’t think there is any code better for him than MB. And yeah, that is why I jumped H. He needs to learn to back off S, and I’d get along with him much better! – J.’

Yugi read the note after it flew back to him, and he nearly giggled. He sent Jou a happy smile and turned his attention back to the teacher’s lecture.

Jou turned back towards the teacher as well, but he didn’t pay attention like his shorter friend. He slipped out a picture taken during Battle City and he stared at everyone within the neat white border. He stood slightly behind his sister with the rest of his friends gathered round, but his eyes didn’t focus on his sister or his friends. His eyes rested on a brunet standing with a shorter raven-haired boy in front of him. He felt a slight pain in his chest as he stared into the cerulean blue eyes made slightly less blue in the light from the photographer’s flash. He didn’t understand where the pain came from, and he really didn’t care. He just tucked the picture away so the pain couldn’t bother him anymore, and he’d think about it later.

A piece of paper landed on Jou’s desk, and he sighed as he snatched it up again thinking it’s from Yugi again. He checked that the teacher’s back was turned before opening the note and reading ‘Hey, J. What’s with the look? Are you in love again? – R.’

Jou scribbled back. ‘What look? I wasn’t giving a look! And why would you think I was in love, R? HL and I are just friends. I mean that! Honestly, she’s got eight years on me and no doubt as many partners! And what do you mean… AGAIN? I’ve never been in love! That voice in your head must be driving you bonkers! – J.’

“Jounouchi-sama? Who led the American troops across Africa during World War Two?” called the teacher.

“Um… I know this one. McArthur? Eisenhower?” replied Jou.

“Close enough,” said the teacher with a sigh, “Pay attention, Jounouchi-san!”

“Yep!” exclaimed Jou watching as the teacher turned back to the board and began writing once again. He tossed the note onto the desk of the white haired British student.

Bakura Ryou opened the note and scanned it with his gentle brown eyes. He wrote his response and pretended to brush a lock of his long white hair over his shoulder as he tossed the note back to Jou.

Jou unfolded the note and read the response. ‘What look? Honestly, J! You looked like you had just seen the world’s largest hamburger! That’s the look I’m talking about! You had that look for HL once, back during the whole blimp fiasco, but then your look towards her changed. You changed. Not so much that would be obvious to most people, but we’ve all noticed. You’ve been looking at people differently since you and HL decided to be –just– friends. It’s like your perspective on what you want out of life changed. You know, Y and A both thought that you were in love with HL. Then things settled down between you two and the idea faded away. But now you have that look again when you look at the picture from back then. Are you seeing HL again? Are you two dating and you just aren’t willing to admit it? And just so you know… the voice inside my head is very insistent that you call him TKB. I’ll tell you the translation at lunch. – R.’

“Bakura-sama, in what year was D-Day?” asked the teacher.

“1944,” said Ryou with an evil smile.

‘I’m sorry, R. I still have no clue what look you’re talking about. I was not giving that photo a look like a – lovesick puppy – No way! Never! Yuck! And for the record, I was never in love with HL. I lusted after her and I really liked her, but I didn’t love her. I’ve never been in love before. I’m not dating her. And what the hell is TKB? That voice must have a few lose marbles! Don’t tell him I said that! – J.’ Jou folded the note and flung it at the back of Ryou’s head.

Ryou read the note and sent the paper back at Jou.

‘My mistake. Tell you at lunch. – R.’

Jou folded the note and tucked it away. This time when he turned back to the teacher, he actually paid attention for the whole five minutes before the bell rang to signal the end of the class period. He headed to his locker amongst the throng of students to get the books he needed for his next class. His eyes fell on the picture taped to the inside of his locker, and he the pain returned to his chest again. He thought to himself that it’s probably just heartburn, but he didn’t even deny the feeling of lonesomeness surrounding him as he looked at the picture.

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong, Jou?” asked Yugi coming up behind him.

“Yeah… fine… I’m just a little lonely,” whispered Jou, “I miss…”

“You miss Shizuka,” said Yugi with a smile to comfort Jou as they headed to their class.

Jou bit his lower lip. He wasn’t sure if that was the word he was actually going to use. The name had been right there, on the tip of his lips, but he couldn’t say it and it was lost to his mind before he really even thought it. “Yeah… You know I miss her. She’s my little sis.”

“Do you think your mom would let us go visit?” asked Yugi hopefully, “Maybe next weekend. We have three days off because of the Emperor’s birthday!”

Jou’s eyes lit up with happiness at the thought of seeing his sister again, but he still felt an emptiness within that he knew she couldn’t fill. “I can talk to my mom. Maybe she’ll let us come visit or she could send Shizuka over here. I don’t think she’ll do the latter, but I can ask. I think I might be able to scrounge up enough money for a bus ticket if she said we have to go to her…”

“Well… actually, I was thinking of a road trip, but we’d have to include Otogi,” said Yugi averting his eyes from Jou’s face, “because he would be driving us in his car and maybe covering the motel costs if your mom wouldn’t allow us all to stay at her place.”

Jou’s eyes glazed over in anger. “Otogi? I’m not letting him near my sis!”

“But you’d get to see her,” pleaded Yugi, “We’ll discuss it after you talk to your mom! Come on! We have to get to class!”

“Yeah! Right!” exclaimed Jou hurrying off with Yugi.

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“Hey, it’s Jou.”

The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone line came through the static, but only just barely, <<What do you want? She’s not here right now so you can’t talk to her.>>

<<Mom? Who is it?>> sounded the muffled voice of Jou’s younger sister, Kawaii Shizuka.

<<It’s nobody. Go do your homework.>>

“Listen to me.”

<<I am.>>

“Next weekend, I have three days off school. I was hoping I could come down with some friends and spend a little time with Shizuka,” said Jou holding the receiver of the phone to his head, “So… how about it, Mom? Is it okay? Can I come to visit?”

<<Absolutely not!>>

“Why not? I’m your son.”

<<No, you were just a mistake!>>

Jou ripped the phone away from his head when he heard the loud banging before the click that signaled his mother’s complete refusal to admit she had a son. He dropped the receiver back onto the cradle and headed into his room. He locked the door and looked around his small room before his eyes rested on the picture of Shizuka hugging the raven-haired little brother of his tormentor. He looked further back into the frame to where he stared at that same tormentor standing just behind the two happy preteens.

Jou shed his clothes and climbed into his bed. He put his headphones on and turned on the CD before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

- - Enter Dreamscape - -
Golden hair fell gracefully over the shoulders of the poor looking, yet well washed, shepherd boy. His equally golden eyes gazed around the crowded room until finally resting on something that brought a smile to his face. He rushed towards the buffet table and gracefully dodged a few stray dancers that blocked his path. He reached the table piled with the most delicious looking food he’d ever seen.

“You would look much better with angel wings,” whispered a voice behind him.

The blond spun around to stare at the mahogany haired Spanish monk. He looked at the black mask that disguised the dark eyes behind them. He smirked lightly. “And I think you would look much better with a pair of dragon wings… black dragon wings.”

“If I had black dragon wings, then you would have to have white dragon wings.” The brunette smiled. “Here, let me show you…”

“Show me what? Show me how?” asked the blond.

A delicate hand reached up and gently stroked the silver mask upon the shepherd’s face.

The shepherd gasped as all his clothing changed except for the silver mask. The only thing changed about his mask would be the blue lining surrounding the eyeholes. He looked down at his clothes to see form-fitting white armor. He spun around in a circle for the brunet’s benefit, and he glanced over his shoulder at the six-foot long wings draped over his back like a cloak.

“Spread your wings, baby Blue-Eyes White Dragon,” said the brunet.

The boy stepped away from the monk and the buffet table. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing for the wings to spread themselves to their full glory.

“Beautiful!”

The blond opened his eyes and looked at his fully spread wings. “Wow!”

“Like I said… beautiful.”

“I think… I should show you what I meant now!” exclaimed the blond trying to ignore the intense blush he knew his cheeks sported.

“Then show me, oh rare dragon…”

“By the way, my name is…”

“Don’t tell me… not until the midnight unmasking.”

The blond nodded but finished his thought in his mind, ‘Jou.’ He sighed slightly. “So, I guess you won’t tell me your name until the unmasking then, huh?”

“You know I can’t…” The monk looked away from Jou and blushed slightly. He thought, ‘My name is Seto.’

Jou smiled at Seto. “Shall I show you now… what I mean, my black dragon?”

“Oh? Am I yours now? Does that mean you also belong to me?” asked Seto.

“Only if you want me to,” whispered Jou reaching up and lightly touching Seto’s black mask.

Seto gasped and looked down at his new attire, a shiny black armor revealing the slimness and strength of his figure. He caught a glimpse of his reflection off a dish on the table, and he saw the red lining the eyeholes of his black mask. He looked over his shoulder at the sleek wings cascading down his back. He willed them to open to their full twelve-foot wingspan.

“Amazing!” exclaimed Jou staring at Seto with amazement in his eyes. He smiled happily. “You look simply amazing like that! I knew I was right.”

Seto’s cheeks tinged pink slightly.

Jou closed his wings as he whisked over to the buffet table and lifted two wine glasses filled with the heady fruit punch. He glided back over to Seto and held out a goblet. “Would you join me for a drink, Red-Eyes Black Dragon?”

“I would… enjoy that very much.” Seto took the goblet and whispered a toast to Jou, “To your beauty and purity, Blue-Eyes…”

“To your splendor and graciousness, Red-Eyes…”

The goblets quickly drained and discarded in favor of different things.

Seto bowed to Jou with his wings outspread. “Would you care to dance?”

“I would… enjoy that very much.” Jou bowed to Seto in much the same fashion. Once he stood up straight he took Seto’s hand and led him out onto the dance floor. “Which one of us will lead?”

“I will lead,” said Seto.

“Why you?”

“Because that is the way it must be…”

Jou tapped his foot on the floor impatiently and looked at Seto with an unappreciative expression on his face. “I’ll lead us in the dance. You can lead us later…”

“I will make you a deal, Blue-Eyes. You can lead in the dance, if you would allow me to lead in bed,” said Seto with a smirk.

Jou blushed a ruby red to match the lining of his partner’s mask. “You think we’ll make it that far?”

“If you agree…”

“I lead in dance, and you lead in bed. That will do for tonight,” said Jou. He opened his arms for Seto to position himself within them.

Seto stepped up to Jou and wrapped his left arm around the blond’s waist. He set his right hand into the waiting palm of Jou’s left. “Lead the way, Blue-Eyes.”

Jou placed his right hand on Seto’s shoulder, but he changed his mind and quickly slid his hand down to Seto’s waist to pull the brunet closer to his body. He moved tentatively, waiting for Seto’s response before they circled the dance floor in each other’s arms.

Seto smiled as he pressed his black armor up against Jou’s white armor.

“You have a wonderful smile!” exclaimed Jou grinning wildly.

Around and round, the two dragons danced. They didn’t realize when their wings lifted them into the air to fly in the close proximity of their dance. They danced for what felt like forever and the time on the clock ticked closer to midnight.

Jou wrapped both his arms around Seto’s waist and pulled the black dragon tight against him.

Seto reciprocated the gesture, and his arms wound around Jou. He leaned in to kiss Jou on the lips.

Just then the clock struck midnight, and they both closed their eyes as their lips touched. They sought out the other’s mask in the midst of their chaste kiss and pulled them away. Their lips parted and their eyes opened.

“Kaiba!”

“Mutt!”
- - Exit Dreamscape - -

Seto’s eyes snapped open and he bolted upright in bed. “Shit! I was… I was dancing with the mutt! I kissed him! Shit!”

The blankets tangled around Seto’s legs as he scrambled out of his bed and almost fell onto the floor in a tousled heap of cloth and flesh. He kicked the blankets away and rushed into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face, and have a cleansing shower.

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The warmth of the sunlight hitting his face caused Jou to jump up in alarm. “What the hell kind of dream was that? I’d never go to a masquerade! I’d never dance with Kaiba, and I would most certainly never let him kiss me!”

Jou climbed from bed and quickly threw on some clothes. He grabbed his school bag and tossed his uniform into it before securing it over his shoulder and escaping his room out of the open bedroom window. He realized sleep would now be a fruitless endeavor and so he would much rather be outside where life really happened. He headed off towards a neighborhood just slightly worse off than his own. He stopped in front of the homeless shelter beside a large Catholic church, and he read the words printed on the sign above the door, ‘Children of the Night’. He remembered back to when he once asked the elderly priest who ran the shelter why they called it ‘Children of the Night’. He repeated the answer aloud. “Because we are the Children of the Night. You… me… all of us here.”

A ragged dog sat on the concrete beside the closed door into the shelter with an empty bowl beside it. It lifted its ears and looked towards Jou.

“Don’t worry. I know better. I’m not going to come bother you,” said Jou, “You’ve lived a long time on the streets. I can tell. You’ve learned a lot.” He smiled at the dog before continuing down the street. A sigh escaped his lips. “What we need around here is a magic carpet and genie. Too bad that was just a movie.”

A child, about twelve years old or so, fell out of an alleyway clutching tightly to the half-rotten apple she just pulled from a dumpster. She looked filthy and she wore no shoes. She shied away when she saw Jou standing there.

“Listen up because I’ll only say this once. You should go to the Children of the Night. It’s not that far away, and they will help you… no questions asked,” said Jou.

“What do you know? This is just a nightmare for you, but to me it’s my life,” hissed the girl.

Jou shivered. “I understand. I know you don’t want to hear this because you feel like you’re alone and shit only happens to you, but there are many people in the same exact situation as you. You can find them at Children of the Night. Go. Don’t go. It’s your funeral. At least there, they give you fresh food. It’s just two blocks back that way.”

The girl bristled as Jou took a few steps towards her, and she crouched in a fighting stance.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just continuing on my way, so I have to pass you,” said Jou simply.

The girl didn’t attack, but she remained in her stance as Jou passed her and continued walking.

Jou saw the cut on the side of her face. “The priest who runs Children of the Night can help you with that cut so it doesn’t scar. I’m sure the last thing you want is to have permanent proof of what your father did to you.”

The girl blanched when Jou said the word ‘father’, and he realized he hit the nail on the head. “Why?” she whispered, “Why?”

“Why am I even bothering to try to help you?” asked Jou stopping and looking at the girl over his shoulder.

The girl nodded.

“I know what it’s like… to be hurt, to feel lost… to be left out in the dark… to be kicked when you’re down, to feel like you’ve been pushed around… to be on the edge of breaking down but no one’s there to save you,” said Jou, “I know what it’s like to be hurt by my father and told by my mother that I was just a mistake.”

The girl smiled and pointed in the direction Jou came from. “Two blocks that way?”

Jou smiled and nodded. “You got it! It’s right beside a big Catholic church. There’s a cross on top of the church and it’s a big stone building. You can’t miss it.”

The girl hurried away before Jou could say anything else.

“Four in the morning and I’ve already done my good deed,” said Jou continuing to walk, “Why do I feel that this day can only get worse?”

“Well… if you’re in this part of town at this time of night, you must be looking for a date, sexy,” said a woman in clothing far too skimpy for her. Her ribs shown through the fabric.

“Sorry… not interested and no money,” said Jou.

The woman shrugged. “No big loss…”

Jou pulled his bag around and removed a breakfast bar from it. He held it out towards the woman. “Take it… you’ll need your strength if you do get a caller.”

The woman took the offering with a quiet “thank you.”

“This part of town reminds me of New York… Hell’s Kitchen,” said Jou with a sigh.

“Pretty accurate description.”

Jou nodded and sighed again before continuing to walk. He ducked through an alley and emerged on the other side in a much better district of Domino. He shook his head over how just one block made so much of a difference, and he walked in the direction of the school with the intent to shower and change in the boy’s locker room.

Under fifteen minutes later, Jou stood under the spray of warm water from the school’s shower. He washed his hair with a bar of soap since he always forgot to bring shampoo to school. He washed the rest of his body and rinsed the soap away before turning the water off. He dried himself with the towel quickly before pulling his clothes on.

The locker room doors opened, and Yugi stepped inside. He walked over and sat down on the bench beside Jou. “So… I heard you got to school extra early. Is something wrong, Jou?”

“Sort of… I had a dream… about my… well, he’s not exactly an enemy. I guess he’s more of a rival, although I don’t really know why. He knows as well as I do that I have no hope of beating him at anything, but the bastard still keeps tormenting me and calling me a mutt,” said Jou scrunching his eyebrows angrily.

“Oh… Kaiba…” Yugi kept his eyes averted from Jou. “So… you had a dream about Kaiba. What did you do in the dream? Kill him?”

“Nope. It was a masquerade party, and I didn’t know who he was at first. He was actually being civil. He offered a toast to my beauty!” exclaimed Jou pulling his shirt over his head and not seeing the wide-eyed look on Yugi’s face, “Then we danced. He said I could lead in the dance, but in exchange he would lead in bed. And we kissed… but then it was midnight and time for the unmasking. And then we knew who the other was, and in whose arms we felt so alive in.”

“You kissed?”

“We kissed, and damn, Yugi, it felt good!” Jou sighed as he sat down on the bench now fully clothed.

“How do you really feel about him?” asked Yugi smiling.

“Now isn’t that the question of the millennia?” Jou shrugged with a quaint smile on his face.

“Then that’s what you need to figure out.”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

“Come on. Let’s go grab some breakfast at the school store,” said Yugi standing up, “My treat today!”

“Yum! I’ll try not to bankrupt you!” exclaimed Jou smiling wildly as he followed Yugi out of the locker room.

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Seto climbed out of his limo in front of a small coffee shop, and he stepped inside quickly. On a normal day, he wouldn’t bother with stopping for coffee since his cook always prepared him a thermos every morning for him to take to school. However, this wasn’t a normal day. After waking up earlier than normal because of a nightmare involving kissing the mutt at a masquerade party, he started his work and coffee binge. Exhaustion from his flight back from America and his restless night caused him to already consume the entire thermos of coffee and require more in order to stay awake which brought him to the coffee shop.

The bell on the door jingled as it closed.

Seto walked up to the counter with his thermos in hand. “I need coffee…”

“Yes, sir,” said the grinning woman, “What kind?”

“Regular. Black. Fill the thermos and give me the largest cup you have,” said Seto bluntly.

The woman took the thermos and went about her task. She smiled happily as Seto filled out his check and signed it with his scrawling signature before passing it to her and briskly exiting the coffee shop with his thermos in one hand and his large Styrofoam coffee cup in his other.

“Sir, can you help me? It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?” called out a woman from the alleyway. She shivered in the early morning chill.

Seto walked on towards his limo, parked just down the street in the only spot available for something of its size. If only his trip inside hadn’t taken that long, it would still have been parked in front of the door. He pretended not to hear the woman begging for his help. He whistled slightly as he crossed the street.

“Sir! Can you help me?” the woman called again.

Seto risked a glance at the woman and saw the tearstain trails down her dirty cheeks.

The woman hobbled towards Seto, unable to walk properly without shoes on her apparently blistered feet.

Seto stopped when he reached the limo door, opened it, and climbed inside, but instead of immediately instructing his driver to move on towards school, he waited. He pulled out his wallet and his tinted window descended.

“Sir, can you help me?” asked the woman standing in the middle of the street looking at the limo with pleading eyes.

Seto pulled out a few bills, not caring how much they were worth and held them out the window.

The woman’s eyes lit up as she hobbled forward and took the money from Seto. “Thank you, sir! Thank you! May you be blessed by the gods!”

The window rolled back up effortlessly, and Seto gave his driver the indication to take him to school. He leaned back against the comfortable seat and sipped the hot beverage in his hand. He suppressed his yawn and took larger sips as the liquid cooled enough for him to drink it comfortably.

The limousine pulled up at the front gates of Domino High School, and the driver quickly hopped around to open the door for the teenaged CEO.

Seto climbed out of the limo carefully juggling his briefcase with all his important documents and laptop inside, his messenger bag of schoolbooks, his cup of coffee, and his thermos. He sighed as he looked at the school. “I’ll be dining with Mokuba tonight at the new restaurant downtown, so you’ll need to pick him up from school after soccer practice and take him home to shower and dress. Then pick me up at the office.”

“Yes, sir,” said the driver before Seto walked away and entered the school a half hour earlier to try to get some work done before dealing with the annoying teachers that were more of an interruption to him than an influence. He pretended to ignore the mutt when he came in with his friends, but he couldn’t help but catch sight of the wet, golden blond locks. He smirked and buried himself deeper in the contract he analyzed.

- - 3000 years ago - -

Seth lay in his bed with an article of Jono’s clothing clutched tightly to his chest. He ignored the rants and shouting outside his room as some of the other priests and priestesses tried to break the magic seal he placed upon the door to prevent intrusion. In fact… he didn’t even hear them, so it wasn’t like he just ignored them. To him, they weren’t there. He watched the candle on the bedside table, and the flame flickered several times before suddenly stilling only to be snuffed completely a second later of circumstances unknown.

A chill settled upon Seth’s room despite the heat radiating from the sun and sand just outside the room.

Seth clenched his eyes closed, half sure he just saw Jono again. He opened his eyes to see he was only wishing, and he allowed his eyes to slid closed again.

- - Enter Dreamscape - -
- - Seth’s Hopes - -
Golden hair shimmered in the candlelight as a beauty unlike any I’d ever seen walked into my room carrying the candle providing him with light. “Hey, Seth! Wake up, and I’m not kidding!”

I opened my eyes a little wider and grumbled about silly slaves waking me from my precious beauty sleep. I stopped grumbling when I heard the delicious laughter.

“For one thing, Seth! I’m not a slave. I’m a Priest! And for another, you don’t need any beauty sleep. You’re gorgeous enough as it is!”

I sat up and got a better look at the young man before me. “Do I know you?”

“Nope! My name is Jono! I’m a Priest of Osiris!”

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I pulled Jono tight to my chest in the nick of time as a runaway cart rushed past us and crashed into the wall of a nearby house. “Dammit! You could have been killed!”

Jono snuggled further into my chest, and I felt his wet tears soaking into the thin fabric I wore. “I’m sorry!”

I caressed Jono’s hair lightly to comfort him. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

“Really?” Jono pulled slightly back but not enough to leave the protective hold I’ve placed him in. He smiled at me. “You’re really glad I’m not hurt?”

“Of course I am! If you weren’t okay, whom would I do this to?” In a second, my lips were upon his. I didn’t remember moving, but I knew I did.

Jono whimpered like a puppy and opened his mouth slightly in want.

Unable to resist him, I opened my own mouth and slipped my tongue between his lips.

Jono moaned and pressed his body even closer to mine as he returned my kiss.

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Jono flashed me a brilliant smile. “I love you, Seth.”

I raised a glass to the sky. “A toast then. To our mutual love.”

Jono blushed and drank from his glass.

“Of me.” I chuckled at Jono’s undignified squawk. “I’m joking. I love you in return, Jono… more than you know.”

“Yeah, right. You’re joking now,” mumbled Jono.

“Perhaps you’re right. It isn’t love. It’s robbery. You’ve stolen my heart! Give it back or else I’ll take it by force!” I exclaimed finishing the refreshing liquid and lowering my glass to the table.

“I didn’t steal your heart, and even if I did, I would just fancy to see you try to take it back by force!” exclaimed Jono draining his glass and setting it beside mine.

“Oh, you just might regret saying that!” I exclaimed lunging at Jono and knocking him back onto the table.

Jono yelped like a scared puppy as I quickly disrobed him.

I spread Jono’s legs apart and used my hand to quickly massage his manhood until it erected nice and hard. I lowered my lips over my prize immediately and began to lick and suck. I pushed against his hips with both my hands and bobbed up and down on his tumescent member.

Jono screamed my name, “Seth… Seth… Seth!”

I mumbled around Jono’s flesh within my mouth. I couldn’t tell if my words were decipherable, but I’m saying, “That’s my name.”

Jono bucked wildly. “Fuck! Do that again?”

“Do what again?” I mumbled.

“Yes! Yes! Seth!”

I made a sound in the back of my throat as I pulled more of the hot flesh into my mouth and sucked on it fiercely. Ignoring my own turgid member, I worked on satisfying my love. I moved one hand to fondle his balls while my tongue played with the tip of his arousal.

Jono jerked and his body released into my mouth.

I continued to suck until I cleaned the flesh completely and slowly pulled away. “Well, you gave me something, but I don’t think it was my heart back!”

Jono laughed loud and cheerful. He reached for me with boneless arms, but he couldn’t keep his arms up long enough to grab hold of me.

I scooped Jono up into my arms and held him to my chest. “I love you, Jono.”

“I know… Seth, I love you too,” whispered Jono clutching me with a loose grip. He kissed me on the lips in a slow, passionate lock of lips and tongues that left me more breathless than him. He nuzzled the side of my head before falling fast asleep against me.

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Jono appeared before me looking very much like a ghost. He reached out a hand towards me and touched my cheek, his fingertips going through my skin. “Seth…”

“Jono?”

“I know I never told you this, but I love you,” said Jono.

“Jono. I love you too,” I say, “I always have.”

Jono looked up at the night sky. “I know that, Seth. I’ve always known. I was just afraid you wouldn’t admit it. So I never told you how I felt.”

I stepped towards Jono to pull him into an embrace, but he disappeared before I reached him.
- - Exit Dreamscape - -

“That’s enough!” screamed Atemu out in the hallway, “Seth will come out when he concedes the fact that he could not prevent the death of the Priest of Osiris. Now all of you! Leave him alone!”

The sounds of the group heading off echoed through Seth’s room.

Seth brought the cloth up to his face and inhaled the lingering scent that was all that remained of the blond priest. He perked up when he heard a voice calling him. “Jono?”

Footsteps sounded outside, far too loud to belong to any of the priests or priestesses who were outside his room just moments before.

Seth jumped to his feet and left the clothing where it lay. He rushed out of his room as he quickly broke the seal. He heard the sound of Jono’s laughter and footsteps traveling down the hallway, and he raced after them. He followed the sounds all the way to the underground arena where the Shadow Games played out. He felt the power in the room, a power he thought he would never feel again… Jono’s power. He followed the stream of the power to the place where it’s strongest. He passed through a curtain in the colors of the Priest of Osiris, and he saw the many stone slabs of the Shadow monsters Jono had managed to obtain and somehow to tame, some only just. “Jono?”

A stone slab slid out to reveal itself to Seth, and Seth’s eyes widened in understanding. He’d seen Jono wield this monster to great effect. If the monster worked for him, and it certainly seemed to be offering to do just that, then he could… he could…

“But it is forbidden…” Seth stared at the monster carved into the stone. He would… With a flare of the cape upon his back and a fury in his eyes, he headed from the room to prepare for what he suspected would be the last ritual of his life.

- - Modern Day - -

Jou sent a needy glance towards Seto as he sat at the table with his friends.

Seto sat at a table in the lunchroom by himself with his laptop open and his nimble fingers moving across the keys with a mind of their own.

“Jou… don’t go picking a fight with Kaiba,” said a brown haired girl seeing Jou eyeing Seto. Mazaki Anzu, one of Jou’s closest friends, acted as his conscience half the time, but this was the other half the time.

“I’m not going to beat him up too bad, Anzu!” exclaimed Jou licking his lips. He took the last bite of his apple and dropped the core onto Anzu’s lunch tray. “You don’t mind throwing that away for me, do you?”

“Jou! We want Kaiba to be our friend! Do you really think that picking a fight…”

“Not now, Anzu! It’s been too long since I’ve seen Kaiba, and I need to have a word with him!” exclaimed Jou standing up.

“But Jou!” Anzu sighed.

“Leave him be,” whispered Yugi seeing the incessant foot tapping going on at Seto’s table, “I think Kaiba needs to see Jou too.”

“What?” asked a boy with a spike of brown hair on his head. He looked at Jou with confused brown eyes.

“It’s all good, Honda,” said Jou.

Honda Hiroto look unconvinced as Jou walked over towards Seto.

Seto glanced at Jou as he approached, and he stilled his foot, which just seconds before tapped on the floor. He turned his eyes back to his computer screen and planted a scowl on his face.

Jou stepped up to Seto’s table and quickly pushed the lid down towards Seto’s fingers.

Seto ripped his hands away from the keys before they got caught. “What the hell’s your problem, mutt?”

“Well… excuse me… were you using this piece of outdated shit?” asked Jou glaring at Seto.

“Don’t touch my laptop, you filthy mongrel!” Seto grabbed Jou’s hand and twisted the wrist. He sent his famous glare at Jou.

The corner of Jou’s mouth twitched as he kept himself from smiling. “Bastard! Let go of me!”

“You call me a bastard? You’re the one waltzing over here and touching my stuff like you own it!” snapped Seto.

Jou growled and ripped his wrist away from Seto.

“That is so like you, mutt! You should never growl at your master! Next thing you know, you’ll be biting the hand that feeds you and I’ll have to have you put down!” exclaimed Seto giving a scowl to Jou, “And I so hate to hurt poor, defenseless animals!”

“I’m not a mutt, Kaiba!” shouted Jou gaining the attention of half the school for a moment before they all returned to their previous activities of studying or eating.

Seto looked deep into Jou’s eyes and saw the excitement within them. He narrowed his eyes wondering what caused the change. His mind entered overdrive as he thought, ‘What reason could have caused him to change the way we fight like this? There’s something new in his eyes. His reason for fighting with me must have changed.’ He crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, poor little mutt. You’re even too stupid to realize what you are! Just a filthy little bitch crawling after your master, begging for a bone!”

“Oh, you did not just call me a bitch!” shouted Jou as his eyes flared with anger.

“I did just call you a bitch. Now behave, mutt, and I might give you a nice big bone to gnaw on.” Seto smirked in satisfaction over getting the fight back on their normal ground.

Jou shoved Seto as hard as he could back into the wall not more than five feet away from the table Seto had been sitting at.

“Jou, leave Kaiba alone!” whined Anzu moving towards them.

“Stay the hell back, Anzu! This is between me and Moneybags here!” exclaimed Jou seething with anger.

“I see your bark is worse than your bite, mutt,” said Seto clenching his fists.

Jou swung a punch at Seto who dodged easily and sent a punch straight into Jou’s stomach. He inhaled quickly, but years of fighting on the streets taught him to be prepared and never let an opponent take advantage of your weak spots. Hidden fury and rage masked the exhilaration he felt at fighting with Seto. His body moved to punch and kick and dodge the blows coming his way. He shoved Seto up against the wall and pinned him there with his own body. He stared straight into Seto’s eyes and ignored the pain he felt from the blows the brunet somehow managed to land on him. He read the blue eyes to see a hunger and lust within to rival his own. He involuntarily gasped as the realization hit him. ‘Kaiba needs this as much as I do. He needs to fight with me.’

Seto licked his lips to clear away the small trickle of blood from his split lip. He grabbed Jou about the waist and quickly switched their position so he trapped Jou against the wall.

“So… what’s it gonna be, Kaiba?” whispered Jou, “This is what you needed, isn’t it? I know you needed it.”

“I don’t need to beat you down to prove how strong I am,” whispered Seto, “Admit I’m your master, and it’s all over.”

“You’re not my master,” whispered Jou.

Seto punched Jou in the solar plexus and stepped away from him as Jou slid down the wall. He grabbed his laptop and headed out of the lunchroom.

Yugi and Ryou rushed over to Jou while Honda headed after Seto.

“Leave him, Honda!” gasped Jou trying to gain back the breath that was abruptly removed from his lungs, “I’ll get him later…”

“Jou… you shouldn’t fight with Kaiba,” said Ryou shaking his head. He got a mischievous look in his eyes, and he added, “Without tying him up first.”

Jou blushed as thoughts of what he would do with a tied up Seto flashed through his mind. “Um… that’s just… yeah… Isn’t it time for class yet?”

“Almost. We should go grab our books,” said Yugi.

“Great!” exclaimed Jou rushing out of the lunchroom.
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