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Title: Hardball 3/3
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.

Jounouchi eyed
the gift box that had just been delivered to him at Kaiba�s Tokyo condo.� Inside was the leather outfit that he had
worn that night about a month ago, when their relationship had started to
mend.� The note attached to one of the
strips of leather read: I�ll be in meetings all evening.� I�ll send a car for you at nine.� Wear a suit, but bring this with you. S.

Jounouchi licked
his lips in anticipation.� Obviously,
they were clubbing tonight.� He was glad
of it.� They�d been in Tokyo for a week,
and Seto had been hung up on business for most of that time.� Jounouchi knew that it was business and
nothing else, because he�d had to listen to Seto bitch for hours on end every
night when he got back to the condo.� He
knew that it wasn�t a ruse to try to persuade him that his lover was behaving
himself, because Jounouchi had never told Seto that his lack of complaining was
one of the things that had tipped him off.�
He wanted to trust the brunet and he did the best that he could, but
there was a part of him that was still justifiably wary.�

Even when they
had been in Domino, there hadn�t been much time for the two of them to go out,
and the times that they had, their dates had not been to Darkest Secrets.�� Jounouchi had caught on very early that
Seto was avoiding the place, and there had been a huge fight about that.� His insecurities had kicked into overdrive
and he�d been positive that it was because Seto didn�t want to share that
aspect of his life with him.� In a way,
the blond had been correct. That club was where Seto had betrayed their
relationship, and the brunet had finally been able to convince Jounouchi that
the only reason why he was staying away was because he didn�t want either one
of them reminded of what he had done.

In the bedroom,
things had heated up considerably, but they had only been able to manage one
fisting session.� Just thinking about it
made Jounouchi hard.� His only regret
about it was that Seto had been on all fours and had not been looking at him,
so they hadn�t been as connected as they could have been.� Next time he wouldn�t make that mistake.
He�d done a lot of research on the mechanics of what the top had to do before
he�d even dared to try it; he�d been terrified that he�d hurt Seto in someway.
Plus, there had been the worry that he wouldn�t measure up to that other guy.
It annoyed him that he would feel that way, but he supposed that it was only
natural, and with a tremendous amount of effort, he had been able to not dwell
on it too, too much.�

� ****

Jounouchi
stepped out of the limousine and walked toward the main entrance of the
club.� The building was a neatly
manicured brownstone, neighbouring other neatly manicured brownstones that
housed offices and some upscale shops. The street was virtually deserted, as
the other businesses had closed up for the night.� There wasn�t even the usual line of wannabe�s waiting to gain
entrance to the club.� As Jounouchi
walked up the perfectly trimmed sidewalk, he noticed that the only sign
announcing that the brick building was indeed a club was an engraved brass
plate, screwed into the wall by the entrance. Even the neatly scripted �Club
MdS� did not give away what lay behind the frosted French doors.� The only other people entering the building
appeared to be dressed as conservatively as he was.� But unlike him, they didn�t seem to have anything to change
into.� As he followed them through the
front door, Jounouchi couldn�t help but wonder if they had lockers inside of
the building. Or, perhaps, they weren�t there for the same reason that he was.
But, seeing as the hostess immediately greeted the patrons, and they
disappeared behind another set of doors, he doubted if he�d ever find out the
answer. He did, however, catch a quick glimpse of the room to which they had
just entered, and it was a complete contrast to the casual piano bar where he
was presently standing.�� Where this
room had a light airy ambiance, the atmosphere in the one beyond was dark and
heavy, and for the seconds that the door was open, the loud, thumping, bass
driven music filtered out.� He was
shocked to learn just how soundproof the building was.

�May I help you,
Sir?� the hostess asked him.� She was a
petite woman, and she was dressed very properly in a neat, white silk blouse,
and a knee-length navy skirt.

�Yes, I�m here
to meet somebody,� Jounouchi answered.

�And you are?�

�Sorry,� the
blond blushed, and gave only his initials and birth date; as per the
instructions he had been given.�

The woman
punched that into the computer in front of her, and then waited.� After a moment, she raised her head from the
screen and smiled warmly at the blond. �Follow me, please.�� She led Jounouchi up a staircase at the side
of the room, stopping at the first door at the top.� �You can change in here and hang your clothes in the closet,
Sir.� When you�re finished, you can go
down that staircase,� she said, pointing at the opposite end of the
hallway.� �Jiro will show you where to
go from there.�

Jounouchi
thanked the hostess, and then entered the room.� It was rather plain, with just a queen size bed, an end table and
a chair, but the furnishings were definitely high quality.� After he had changed, he noticed that there
was one more item in the box- a black leather, executioner styled mask, made
from butter soft leather.� Jounouchi
tried it on, and looked in the full-length mirror attached to the door.� The mask covered the top of his head
completely and laced up at the back.�
The eyeholes were large, and it was cut at the front to come down over
his cheekbones and then up and over his nose.�
He took one last look in the mirror, and giggled at the thought that the
mask made him look like Batman without the ears. But overall, he was very happy
with his appearance.� He left the room
and went in search of Jiro.

The walk through
the doors at the bottom of the stairs was a jolt to his system.� The music was loud and overpowering, as he
knew it would be.� The walls appeared to
be black, with splashes of silver metallic paint that glowed in the
multicoloured light.� Just inside the
door was a dais manned by a typical bouncer type gorilla.� Jounouchi introduced himself, and was
immediately led through the club to an alcove at the far end of the
building.� There was a dance floor in
the centre of the room, and surrounding it were a number of pits where people
could sit or do other things.� A balcony
went around the perimeter of the room above him, and off of that were a number
of private rooms and open spaces.�
Suspended from the ceiling on pulleys were several cages.� Dancers occupied a few of them, and the rest
remained empty�for the time being.

Jounouchi�s eyes
were as wide as saucers as he leaned in the archway of the alcove sipping the
beer that one of the club slaves had brought him.� He�d never considered himself a prude, but he was certainly
shocked by the spectacle around him.�
When he�d been in Darkest Secrets, he�d not paid any attention to his
surroundings; his sole focus then had been finding Kaiba.� Tonight, as his eyes darted from person to
person, he started to get hard and to yearn for his lover.�

Just as he began
to wonder where Seto might be, a vision in a knee-length, sapphire blue rubber
cat suit stepped in front of him and laid a hot, wet, open mouth kiss on his
lips. Though he hadn�t recognized Seto on sight, he certainly did by smell and
taste, and the hand that had come up to push the stranger away instead pulled
him closer.� �Damn, Seto, I barely
recognized you,� Jounouchi admitted.�
�Love the wig, by the way; it must be new.�� Tonight Seto�s hair was cropped to one-inch long, and bleached
platinum blond.� He too was wearing a
leather mask.� However, his just covered
his eyes and had been dyed to match the cat suit.

�It is.� He then
added dryly, �If you�d been looking at my face, then you might have recognized
me.�

�Well, if you
didn�t have your parts hanging out for the whole world to see, then I might
have had my eyes focused higher.�

�They�re not
hanging out.� If they were, then you�d
have known it was me.��

�Yeah, that�s
true. But honestly, Seto, you�re walking around with a big hole in your pants,
and wearing a rubber g-string to cover yourself.� Where else would you expect a guy to look?�

�Exactly where
you did.� If they�re looking there, then
they�re not looking at my face,� Seto joked as his hands roamed freely over his
lover�s back.

�Mmmm, you have
a point,� Jounouchi purred.� He couldn�t
believe how much that simple action turned him on.� Despite this newly found out penchant for exhibitionism, in his
day-to-day life, Seto was not into public displays of affection.� �Damn Seto, if you keep this up you�re going
to find yourself fucked into the floor, right here where we stand.�

�Then do it,
Katsuya, it�s what we�re here for,� the brunet whispered in his lover�s ear as
fingers came around to toy with exposed nipples.

Jounouchi
groaned again. �Temping as that is, I�m not letting you come until I take you
up to there.� He placed a finger on his forearm to make his point.� �You are ready for that, I hope?�

�Yes. And don�t
worry; the next time, you can help.��

Jounouchi was
relieved to hear that.� He�d been afraid
that because of the stunt that he�d pulled a month ago, Seto would never let
him take part in that, ever again.�
Afterward, he had been surprised when he�d realized just how much giving
Seto the enema and then forcing him to hold it in had aroused him.� And, he had a strong feeling that the brunet
had also enjoyed the power play more than he was willing to admit.� His arousal grew even stronger with his
thoughts but, determined to hold out a ~little~ while longer, he pushed his
lover away from him and toward the dance floor. �Come on.�

�Hold on a
second.�� Kaiba turned to one of the
club slaves who, Jounouchi just noticed, had been kneeling behind Seto all
along. �You�ve been informed about how I want this area set up?�

�Yes, Sir,� she
answered demurely, keeping her eyes to the floor at all times.

�Good. Make sure
it�s done by the time we get back,� he ordered as he pulled his blond lover out
onto the dance floor.� �What?�� He asked at Jounouchi�s snicker.

�Everyone in
this club tonight will see that you�re my bottom, but I don�t think anyone will
~ever~ mistake you for my submissive.�

�Hmmm, you know
that it�s a great misconception that the top has all the power?�

�Trust me, Love.
I gave up that notion a long time ago,� Jounouchi laughed, wrapping his arms
around Seto�s neck and grinding against him in rhythm to the music.� �The way you order me about from down there�
faster, no there, yes that�s it, now harder� I have no doubts about who�s in
control.�

�I�m glad to
hear it.�

�I know you
are.� Jounouchi couldn�t resist and he kissed Seto on the nose.

�Now shut up and
dance,� the brunet said to hide his embarrassment.

Jounouchi
swivelled in Seto�s arms, his ass rubbing against the other�s rubber encased
cock.� Seto�s hands once again found
Jounouchi�s nipples, eliciting a needy moan from the blond.� The two danced for well over half an hour,
trading positions, each trying to out manoeuvre the other in their efforts to
arouse their partner.� Neither was
particularly aware that in club full of people acting out their sexual fantasies,
they were drawing quite a bit of attention.�
At least, not until they had worked their way back to the alcove. A few
people had followed them, and had made themselves comfortable on some cushions
along the wall.� That freaked Jounouchi
out somewhat.� �Um, Seto, there�re
people in here, and it looks like they�re waiting for a show.�

�They are.� If you want privacy, you go up there,� he
said, pointing to the second floor.�
�Down here, anyone can watch.�

�But don�t they
at least wait until a couple gets started? This is kinda freakin� me out.� The
blond started to panic.

�Come here,
Katsuya,� Seto said, and pulled Jounouchi into a toe-curling kiss.� As his lover�s tongue invaded his mouth, the
blond began to relax, and he momentarily forgot about his audience. After a
moment, Seto pulled away from the kiss and then whispered in his ear.� �They followed us in here because we�re
hot.� They want to watch ~us~ because
~we�re~ sexy, and ~we~ make them horny.�
They want to get off while they watch us get off.� I don�t know about you, but that makes me
hard. I love having that power over other people.� Don�t you, Katsuya?�

Jounouchi was
breathless by the time Kaiba was finished talking. �When you put it like
that�yeah.� He then lost himself in another passionate kiss.� Once it had ended Jounouchi took a look
around, and was quite impressed with how the alcove had been decked out while
they were dancing.� Hanging from
reinforced steel beams on chains was a black leather sling.� In front of it was a stool, and beside that
was a small table laden with latex surgical gloves, a few bottles of a brand of
lube that was especially recommended for anal play, and many bottles of
water.�

As they were
getting Seto positioned, naturally some of their passion waned, and Jounouchi
was beginning to feel extremely nervous again.�
�Maybe coming here wasn�t such a good idea,� he thought as he felt the
watchful, lustful eyes of their audience on him.� He still wasn�t sure of himself, having only fisted the brunet
once.

�It�ll be
alright, Jounouchi. I trust you.�� Seto
reached out his hand to brush the blonde�s cheek.� Jounouchi was amazed that his lover knew exactly what to do to
calm him.

��If you say so,� Jounouchi said.

�I do, and don�t
forget that I�m the boss,� Kaiba joked.�
Pulling Jounouchi down so that he could speak quietly to him, he
whispered, �Just start out like you normally do, forget about the people
watching, and enjoy yourself.� You won�t
hurt me, and if I can�t take it all, we�ll stop.��

�You�re right, I
can do this,� the blond stated, taking a deep breath to get himself under
control.� �Thanks, Seto.� He dropped a
kiss on the brunet�s forehead and then checked to make sure that everything was
secure.� There was no back or head
support on the sling, and from Jounouchi�s point of view, he thought that Seto
looked extremely uncomfortable. But, the brunet assured him that it wasn�t
nearly as bad as it looked.� The sling
was basically two wide pieces of leather crossed over each other. Seto�s ass
was positioned in the middle where the two strips crossed, and his arms and
legs slipped through loops at the ends of the strips. When he was done, he sat
down on the stool, took a deep breath and reached for Seto�s g-string.�� He could do this. Hell, he�d fantasized
about doing this. He�d even dreamt about doing it in front of people, so what
was his problem?� �What if the reality
doesn�t measure up to the fantasy?� a little voice whispered in his head.� �Then it doesn�t; no big deal,� he answered
back.� As soon as he was able to put a
�face� on his fear, he was able to overcome it.

He picked up one
of the surgical gloves, giving it a good snap before sliding it over his right
hand.� Going with his instincts, he
reached out with his gloved hand and stroked Seto�s cock.� He then reached up and pulled down the
zipper of the cat suit; he wanted access to his lover�s gorgeous chest.� Seto�s cock bobbed in front of his face, and
Jounouchi�s tongue snaked out and licked the head before he sat up.� He grinned evilly at his lover�s whine, and
had a flashback to that night back in their bathroom.� Picking up one of the bottles of lube, he dumped a huge blob into
his hand.� Making a show of applying the
lube all over his gloved hand, he stroked each finger, and caressed his hand
while coating it liberally with the gelled substance.� Jounouchi�s confidence was bolstered by the appreciative groan
from his lover, as well from the murmurs of approval from their audience.� He grinned cheekily at Seto as he put some
more onto his fingers, and then spread this all over the brunet�s opening.� Once the ring of muscle was well coated, he
put yet another glob on two digits and inserted them just inside Seto�s
hole.� He massaged the muscle to loosen
it up and then pushed his fingers in further, continuing to knead as he
stretched.� He reminded himself not to
rush the process, and continued to work lube into Seto�s opening. Sooner than
he would have liked, Jounouchi had all four of his fingers in to the first
knuckle, his eyes remaining locked with Seto�s throughout the entire process.
He saw that the brunet was starting to breath heavy, and that beads of sweat
were collecting at his forehead.� �You
doing all right there, Babe?�� As he
waited for his lover�s response, Jounouchi glanced quickly around the alcove at
the people that had assembled to watch them.�
The crowd had doubled in size and Jounouchi wondered how quickly word
had spread throughout the club about their exhibition.� As he looked at the faces of the people
watching them in rapture, he was relieved to note that his apprehension had
been replaced by the surge of power that Seto had spoken of earlier, and it
~was~ arousing to say the very least.

The blond turned
his attention back to Seto just as he nodded.�
Jounouchi rose to his feet and, with his free hand, reached out to brush
his lover�s cheek.� He gasped and felt
his already erect cock twitch when Seto sucked his fingers into his mouth.� Jounouchi latched onto one of Kaiba�s
nipples, and was rewarded with the most wanton moan he�d ever heard come out of
his lover�s mouth.� As he continued to
toy with the pebbled nub he closed his thumb into his hand and pushed up
slightly.� This was the do or die part;
either Seto would be able to take his knuckles, or they�d have to call it
quits.� Seto was now panting quite
heavily and his eyes were wild.�
Jounouchi removed his mouth from his lover�s chest and re-established
eye contact with him.

�Breathe, Seto,
breathe,� he coaxed.� �That�s it,
Love.�� He pushed up one more time, and
almost let out a whoop of joy when Seto�s ass sucked his hand up like a
vacuum.�

Jounouchi
couldn�t remember when he had ever seen a more beautiful sight.� The look that Seto had worn that night back
in Darkest Secrets was ~nothing~ compared to the expression of ecstasy he had
right now.� �Fuck, Baby, I love you!�
The blond growled and attacked Seto�s mouth.

Seto was pumping
his cock furiously. He thrashed his head about and started to scream in a way
that Jounouchi had never heard when the blonde�s free hand joined his on his
cock as the one buried inside of him pressed even deeper. Seto�s orgasm was
powerful, and Jounouchi was almost afraid that his hand might be broken from
the clenching of Seto�s muscles� which, it wasn�t. The blond was so tuned into
Seto�s rapture that he hadn�t even given consideration to his own arousal, and
he had completely forgotten their audience, who had doubled in size.� Most of them had brought themselves to
orgasm at the same time as Seto.� As
Jounouchi licked cum from Seto�s chest and face, he could feel the brunet begin
to expel his hand.� He knew enough to
not pull it out- that he had to let it happen slowly and naturally.�

Once his hand
was free, he removed the glove and then helped the exhausted Seto out of the
sling, shooing someone off one of the cushions and laying his lover down on his
stomach.� Jounouchi settled beside him
and petted the other�s sweat covered forehead.�
�That was fuckin� amazing, Seto.�

�Yeah, it
was.� It was the best, Katsuya.� With
his words, Kaiba�s eyes clouded over with guilt.

�None of that,
Seto; we�re going forward.� The blond pulled Seto against him, and moaned when
his leather covered erection brushed against the brunet�s thigh. His cock was
hard and ready to explode inside his pants.

�How selfish of
me,� Kaiba grinned lecherously.� Before
Jounouchi knew it, he�d been flipped onto his back and his pants were down
around his ankles; he was very embarrassed when it only took one swipe of
Seto�s tongue across his head to make him explode.� �Mmm, someone was turned on.�

�Yeah, I can�t
wait to do it again.� But I guess I have
to wait at least until you get back to normal size, ne?�� Jounouchi said, running a hand over Seto�s
enlarged anal opening.� �How long does
it take?�

�A week,
Katsuya; it takes at least a week.� *

Fin.
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  approximately an hour, perhaps slightly longer, depending on the muscle
  tone of the person.
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