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Title: Thirst (3/?)

Author: Ykarzel

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: S/J

Beta: Anez!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine. If they were mine I�d rent them out to the
Lair for our perverse usage. Alas, they
are not.

Summary: Sequel to Hunger.
Though he�s always there to sate Jou�s hunger, Seto finds himself facing
a thirst of his own.

Kaiba hadn�t been in school the second half of the day. They shared several classes, and Jou knew he
had attended class until lunch and then disappeared without comment. Not that this was strange; Kaiba often
disappeared and the staff very rarely made a fuss about it.

That should have been enough reason to go home; Kaiba�s
disappearance. Except,
the easy, open look on Kaiba�s face this morning had captured his attention. The brunette had been putting it all out on
the line, even in front of Honda. Jou
really didn�t want to hurt his feelings; it took a lot of guts to go after what
you wanted that way � yesterday, he�d even seen him blush.

So, he found himself again on Kaiba�s doorstep. The door was unlocked, he knew, but he
knocked anyway. It was only after his third knock went unanswered that he went
inside.

Five minutes, he told himself. He would give Kaiba five minutes to show up,
and then he would leave. He leaned
against the wall, rubbing the back of one leg with his foot. Five minutes slid into seven, and he fell
down into an easy squat, resting his arms on his knees. Seven quickly became ten, but he would only
wait four more.

He let his forehead rest on his arms and began to slowly
count the seconds in his mind.

�Jounouchi.�

His own name brought him awake with a start, and his eyes
popped open to stare into Kaiba�s. He
blushed at the realization that he had fallen asleep.

�I�m a horrible host,� Seto said softly, trying to smile at
Jounouchi.

�Where were you?� Jou asked, his mouth following its habit
to run off without any regard for tact or manners.

�Work,� Seto answered, hoping none of the weariness he felt
with the place and entire concept showed on his face. �I knew I�d have to go in at some point
today, and I wanted to leave my afternoon free.�

Jou blushed again, realizing that Kaiba had skipped school
for him.

�Please,� Seto said, leaning back on his haunches to give
Jounouchi some space. �If this happens
again, please go into the game room and wait for me there.�

Jou tried to fight the blush out of his face, logically
reasoning that it wouldn�t be an issue; why would he be coming back?

Seto stood, and offered his hands to help Jounouchi. He assumed the blonde�s back and legs would
be stiff from sleeping in the position. Jounouchi
accepted the hands slowly, and Seto pulled him up, slightly harder than
necessary. The movement brought
Jounouchi�s body only a scant few inches away from Seto�s own. He watched the blonde realize this with a
blink, and threw him a carefully timed smile.
Jounouchi only blushed again, pulling his hands from Seto�s and taking a
step back.

Jou followed Kaiba out of the room, waiting until he was behind
the brunette�s back to rub the stiff pain out of his neck. How had he let himself fall asleep,
practically on Kaiba�s doorstep?

�What?� he asked stupidly, belatedly realizing Kaiba had
been talking.

�I asked if you had any trouble with Honda or the others,�
Seto repeated, holding the door open.

Jou walked in awkwardly.
�Not really. Honda always makes
my excuses for me. He�s not thrilled,
but I managed to convince him you weren�t trying to use me-� Jou cut off suddenly, realizing he was
babbling about he very things he didn�t want to bring up in Kaiba�s presence; how
Honda constantly made excuses for him and why, and what he and Honda had both
assumed the first time Kaiba asked him here.

�Convenient,� was Kaiba�s only response, as he moved into
the game room. �Please, sit.�

Jou did, but only on he edge of the
couch. He couldn�t possibly relax with
Kaiba around. This was all too
weird. He watched the other, who was
loosening his tie and pulling it off.
The act disheveled Kaiba�s hair, which caused Jou gape at him. He�d never seen Kaiba look anything but
immaculate. Kaiba pulled off his jacket
too, tossing it on the back of a chair to rest with the tie, leaving him in a
button down shirt and slacks, held with a black leather belt. Conscious of his over worn school uniform,
not even properly buttoned, Jou realized how much older than him Kaiba looked.

When Kaiba sat down on the couch beside Jou, it was with
every aspect of familiarity. The couch
seemed to mold to him, as if fell into that exact spot daily. �Do you like it?� Jou found himself
asking. He really needed to learn to
stop doing that; talking without thinking.

Seto opened his eyes, relaxing the muscles in his back which
had been tense since noon. �Like what?� he asked, noticing how Jounouchi
looked poised to jump and run. He needed
to put the other at ease if they were ever going to make any progress.

His mouth clamped shut as if biting back words, Jounouchi
gestured to where Seto had thrown his tie and jacket. Seto thought he saw what the blonde
meant. �Work?� he asked, and curled his
nose at Jounouchi�s nod. �No.�

�Then why do you?� Jou asked, his
momentary ability to stay silent already broken. He regretted the words. He knew how Kaiba had come to be the Chief
Executive of the Kaiba Corporation. He
knew that Kaiba had done it for Mokuba and himself, because he had to for them
to stay together. Even so, surely he could
stop now if he wanted; he had enough money for them both to live happily. Jou couldn�t comprehend working a day more
than he absolutely had to if he didn�t enjoy what he did.

Jou watched Kaiba pause to think on it, perhaps going
through the same things in his own mind.
He looked at Jou, his eyes unguarded, which made Jou shift
awkwardly. Kaiba was being honest again.

�I suppose,� Seto said slowly, �I do enjoy it to some
extent. Or rather, I used to do it
because I had to, and even if I don�t have to, I always have so I always
will. I enjoy the fact that it�s
constant.�

�Still,� Jounouchi protested, though he said no more.

Seto nodded. �Still,�
he agreed. �I don�t, as much as I used
to. Work,� he elaborated, when Jounouchi
seemed to have gotten lost in the conversation.
�I don�t allow it to control me anymore.
I control it.� Perhaps that was what
made it so addictive; the absolute control.
He didn�t particularly enjoy going into the office, but he couldn�t
fathom giving up Kaiba Corp any more than he could Mokuba. It was part of who he was.

�I couldn�t do it,� Jounouchi said suddenly. He seemed to say everything that way when he
was unsure of himself. It was as if
words had to be said quickly, or they wouldn�t be spoken at all.

Seto realized that in his own way, Jounouchi had just paid
him a compliment. �You underestimate
yourself, I think,� he responded, complimenting in turn. �If you had to, you could.�

Jou didn�t know what to say to that, so he said
nothing. He looked down, realizing he�d
been meeting Kaiba�s eyes, and stared at the couch cushion between them. Why had he agreed to come? This was beyond
weird. But Kaiba had been so honest,
even embarrassed, yesterday, that Jou didn�t have the
heart to just run away. It had to be
hard to admit this kind of thing to anyone, especially somebody you didn�t get
along with. He couldn�t just shove that
back into Kaiba�s face.

�Jounouchi?�

Jou started again when he realized Kaiba was talking. �Huh?�
He did have a knack for making a fool of himself, no matter how much he
cursed himself for it. Why always in front of Kaiba?

Seto did his best not to smile at Jounouchi�s shy
awkwardness, but it was a near thing.
�Would you like something to drink?� he repeated, keeping his tone
serious.

�Um, yeah,� Jou answered.
�Anything�s fine,� he rushed to add, before Kaiba could ask him what.

Seto stood; thinking that maybe leaving Jounouchi alone for
a few minutes would make him more comfortable.
�I�ll be right back,� he said, before exiting through the door that led
into a small kitchen. He wasn�t exactly
sure what the room had been intended for, but he and Mokuba had decided the
space would serve best as a kitchen so close to the room where they spent most
of their time together, even if it didn�t compare to the main kitchen in
size.

He pulled two cans of soda out of the refrigerator. It wasn�t something he drank often, but
Mokuba did enough that they always had some on hand. He looked around until he spotted a bag of
pretzels, and grabbed that also. He was
willing to bet that one of the best ways to make Jounouchi comfortable was to
feed him.

Returning, he thought the blonde still like a spooked horse;
ready to bolt at the slightest movement.
Seto handed Jounouchi a soda, before reclaiming his own seat. �Hungry?� he asked, offering the bag of
pretzels.

He wasn�t sure how he knew it, but the moment the word was
out of his mouth, Seto knew he had said the wrong thing. Jounouchi�s eyes darkened; thoughts turned
inward. His entire body tensed visibly;
his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched. He no longer looked poised to flee; instead,
ready to collapse into himself. �No.� The word was quiet, as if more for himself than as an answer.

Seto sat the bag on the floor beside the couch, out of
Jounouchi�s view. He cracked open his
can, pretending not to notice the blonde�s sudden change. So � �hunger� was how Jounouchi justified his
unusual need. That brought along a whole
horde of words and connotations he would have to avoid. Kaiba stored the information away, determined
to figure out what made Jounouchi as complicated as he was.

The snap and fizz of the soda brought Jou to his
senses. Finally he noticed the one in
his own hand, and did the same with it.
He took a long swallow, as if the carbonated drink would settle the
obnoxious way his stomach was flipping.

�I hated soda as a kid,� Jou said suddenly. Anything to cover up the topic Kaiba had
almost brought up.

�Really? Why�s that?�

Jou looked up, but Kaiba was actually watching him,
seemingly interested. He�d half expected
him to scoff, or roll his eyes as if barely tolerating Jou�s idiocy. But Kaiba was interested, so he found himself
continuing.

Jou�s story of how the carbonation used to tickle his throat
when he was little, led to Kaiba�s about his own childhood aversion to anything
that involved peas. Jou flared at that,
proclaiming his hate for nearly all vegetables, to which Kaiba responded it was
something he�d grown out of. Jou thought
that had been a jibe, to accuse him of being a child, until Kaiba admitted that
he still couldn�t stomach split pea soup.

Slowly the conversation shifted away from childhood dislikes
to fondest childhood memories, to recent memorable moments, to school and the
teachers and classes. For every opinion
or story Jou gave, Kaiba returned one.
They disagreed on almost everything, Jou realized, but they weren�t
fighting about it. Sometimes Kaiba would
shake his head, an almost-smile on his face, as if he couldn�t believe Jou
could feel that way, but it never even approached fighting.

Seto studied Jounouchi appreciatively. He was sitting sideways on the couch now, his
back resting against the arm, his legs tucked under him. His shoulders had relaxed, and he didn�t seem
ready to run away. He was comfortable,
Seto thought, and enjoying himself.
Perhaps it was time to push a little.

�I suppose Honda has seemed rather besot, upon reflection,�
Seto allowed, stepping smoothly into the conversation. In all honesty he wouldn�t have noticed if
the idiot had started reciting poetry halfway through the school day. The topic, however, riled Jounouchi, who
didn�t appear thrilled with this girl taking away his best friend. That was a
threat Seto intended to monitor.

�What about you, Jounouchi?�
When the other did no more than blink, Seto pushed on. �Has there been anybody special in your life
at all?�

�No,� Jou answered, trying to keep the blush out of his
face. God, how did Kaiba do that? What had happened to the embarrassed,
stuttering Kaiba of yesterday? He hadn�t
blushed this much since he was little.

�Hold still,� Kaiba said slowly. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward,
his movements deliberate but quick. One hand came to rest behind Jou�s head,
keeping him from leaning back. The other
came to hover by the side of his face.
As Kaiba�s face neared, Jou shut he eyes, unwilling to see what was
happening. His breath caught thickly in
his throat, and his stomach gave a frightening twist.

He felt Kaiba�s warm breath on his face, felt Kaiba�s entire
body nearly on top of his own. He felt
the pad of Kaiba�s finger come to rest just below his eye, and brush softly
across his face.

All at once, Kaiba was gone.
His hand, his breath, and his body were back on the other side of he couch. Jou�s eyes
opened and he stared. �You had an
eyelash,� Kaiba answered. Still, that
almost-smile was on his face again. He
knew what Jou had thought he was going to do, and knew Jou hadn�t tried to
resist him.

That was what made Jou glance at the clock, and realize it
was only ten of six. �I have to go,� he
said, wishing his voice hadn�t trembled so much. He stood, but already Kaiba was standing
between him and the door.

�Do you have to be home so early tomorrow?� he asked.

�No,� Jou answered, not looking at him. He looked at the couch, at the floor, as if
checking to make sure he hadn�t left anything, but really he just didn�t want
to look at Kaiba.

�Would you like to come over at four, like yesterday?�

�Sure,� Jou answered, trying to walk towards the door
without looking at the other. He was
agreeing to come back, he realized. Yet,
as long as it got him out of here now, he could make excuses later.

�Tomorrow then,� Seto said, opening the door for Jounouchi.

�Sure,� Jou repeated, nodding when Kaiba�s eyes momentarily
caught his. �I�d like that,� he
added. Anything to get
him out now.

When he was a block away, the feeling that Kaiba was
watching him leave finally subsided. He
was going to have to tell Kaiba he was a little creepy when he stared like
that. Stumbling, Jou realized he�d
already decided he would actually go back tomorrow. That was insanity; Kaiba liked him, and it wasn�t a sentiment Jou returned. It wasn�t right to lead people on, no matter
how much you hated them.

It was fun. That
thought, or perhaps the rock he�d stepped on, caused his whole foot to turn in,
and he nearly fell. He�d had a good time
� talking with Kaiba. They really hadn�t
done anything else besides talk. Well,
except for Kaiba�s little trick at the end, but otherwise, he had been having fun.

He would go back tomorrow.
He would let Kaiba know that he didn�t return his feelings; he was just
trying to be nice. Kaiba would most
likely throw him out after that, and this new, almost friendship thing that was
happening could be forgotten, without Jou having to do anything about it.

YCC: This chapter was for CJ, for being so liek woah. *giggle*
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