Stinging Beauty | By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Snippets
from Jou’s recovery-hmmm, is it me, or is this story turning into a humor fic?(inspects
the plot)
Nope, there’s
still enough trouble ahead of us-I mean them, of course, hehe!
Enjoy, and
please remember to review!
Arigato
gozaimasu!^^
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49.
Catering, caring, caving in
Frowning,
Seto asked:
“How can
you eat that?”
“Msh food”,
replied Katsuya around a mouthfull of a rather suspicious looking curry.
Trying to
fight down the sudden rush of nausea, the CEO pointed at the grey mush:
“No, I
mean, how can you eat that?”
Amber eyes
blinked quizzically at him.
“Mh
h’ngry?”
Kaiba
decided to drop the subject.
“Jounouchi-san,
onegai, try to take it slow-“
“-your body
is still admidst the healing process, yeah, yeah, I know, but I wanna get outta
this place rather today than tomorrow!” panted the blond, pushing himself to
the limit, ignoring the flashes of pain shooting up from his ribcage.
His
PR-trainer silently counted to twenty, reminding himself that it was not useful
for neither his carreer nor health to strangle Kaiba Seto’s boyfriend.
He had
found him.
Kami know
how, there had to be about a hundred closets in the mansion, but his brother
had found him.
And
considering the look on his face, he was anything but happy.
Putting up
his most powerful weapon-the dreaded puppy dog eyes-Mokuba pleaded:
“Onegai,
Seto, I really only meant both your best, you must believe me!”
Towering
over his otouto, the CEO snarled:
“By
ordering a set of white-and black striped tuxedos for our wedding?!?”
“-the
polarisation of the individual ions may result from the different elements they
originate. Taking this into consideration-“
As nice a
friend Gokasho was, Jou would have dreaded to have the brunet for a constant
tutor.
Or teacher
even.
Hell, at
the moment he would have rathered Seto to help him catch up on his studies, but
since this one was working and barely managed to wrestle himself free for a
frew precious minutes to visit his dansei, chances were slim to none for that
to happen.
“Are you
tired?”
The voice
cut into his thoughts, shaking him from his reverie, and Jou shook his head.
“Good!”
bellowed Gokasho, as he drew another textbook from his knapsack.
“Then let’s
continue with advanced biochemistry. Chapter three: catabolic reactions and
ATP(Adenosine-tri-phosphate).”
Katsuya
considered faking a fainting spell to avoid another hour of Hiroyuki’s dreadful
teaching.
On the
other hand, if he lost his stipendium…
With
renewed dedication, Jou focused back on his studies.
Kaiba Seto
loved to snuggle.
Especially,
because it was his birthday and Jou had waited for him on his bed, when he came
home from work.
Barely two
weeks had passed since the accident, and today the blond had been allowed to
leave the hospital for the day.
Needless to
say, the first thing he did was to call up Mokuba and organize a little party
for his significant other.
Nothing too
special, just Seto’s favourite meal-beef filet stripes-red wine, candlelight,
soft music and Jounouchi for desserts.
There had
been some..difficulties regarding Katsuya’s healing ribs, bandaged arm and cast
leg, but where there is a will, there is a way, and since both of them were
quiet willing, they found a possibility
to make love.
And
although it was not even remotely as wild and fast as usual, it still
held the same breathtaking passion, that had both of them screaming in ecstasy.
Jou
grimaced, when the bandage was tightly drawn around his torso.
“Oh, gomen
nasai, did that hurt?” asked the chief surgeon sweetly, giving the cloth
another tug.
“Well,
don’t come crying to me, Jounouchi-san, I told you not to indulge in any matrimonial
activities for another three weeks. Now you must suffer for your..impatience.”
The blond
merely grumbled something intelligible, which the sensei didn’t even deem
worthy a reply.
“Take a
deep breath and hold it, then count to ten and let it out slowly.”
Jou
followed the order.
Shying him
off the stretcher, sensei instructed:
“Bend as
far as possible and stop, when you feel the slightest pain.”
Again, the
blond did as told, boredly grazing his toes with his fingertips.
“Do you feel
any pain?”
“No,”
grunted Katsuya, ”but it’s not comfortable either.”
The surgeon
smiled.
“We’re
almost done. Ok, last test, stretch both arms as far as possible, then balance
first on the right, then on the left foot.”
Katsuya
felt admittedly stupid, but easily mastered the task.
Satisfied,
sensei told him to dress up again, while dotting down a few notes, then turning
to the blond.
“Well,
Jounouchi-san, it appears, your recovery has been a full success. All fractures
have grown together flawlessly and what little extra weight you have put on will
surely be used up by your remaining growth spurt. I would say, you’re free to
hop.”
“Yes!”
cheered Katsuya, as he slipped into his coat and boots, then gave a polite bow
to the elder woman:
“Doumo
arigato gozaimasu, sensei. I will remain in
your debt forever, considering all the effort and trouble you went through to
aid me while my recuperation. Though I may have been a troublesome patient,
rest assured-“
“Mou ii!”*
sensei waved off.
“Enough
already, you’re making me blush! Just make sure I don’t see you within my
hospital anytime soon, not even as visitor, wakarimashita?”
Giving an
embarassed chuckle, the blond nodded and promised her to be careful.
Closing the
chart containing his medical history, the chief surgeon asked:
“So, do you
have any plans for today?”
Katsuya,
who was already halfway out the door, paused and gave the sensei the dirtiest
grin she had ever seen in her long life.
“Just one.”
“Oh, Setoo!”
Looking up
from his laptop, the aforementioned furrowed his brow in confusion.
Had that
been Jou-? No, impossible.
Because try
as he might, the CEO couldn’t recall the last time his koi had used that
tone.
Pushing his
seat back, he shut down his laptop and headed for the door-and almost bumped
into Katsuya.
Who wore a
slightly-ok, a very-deranged look on his face.
Seto opened
his mouth-and found it plundered by Jou’s wicked, eager tongue.
They broke
the kiss, but before the brunet could even catch his breath, he was hoisted
over the blond’s shoulder in a fireman’s hold and carried swiftly to his
bedroom.
“Katsuya,
matte, matte kudasai, what did the doctor say?”
He was
dumped on his bed and immediately his koi began stripping him.
Annoyed,
the elder Kaiba huffed:
“Katsuya, I
asked you a question, and even though I appreciate the attention, I am very
well capable of undressing my..self…”
He trailed
off, when his eyes met Jou’s, dark and blazing with lust-no, hunger.
Need.
Seto
realized, it was wiser to use the few precious moments Katsuya needed to get
undressed, to prepare himself as good as possible, for it was going to be one
long, hard night.
Groaning,
Mokuba pressed his pillow against his ears, trying to shut out the noises
coming from opposite the hallway.
“Sound-proof
walls my ass,” he growled, “first thing tomorrow, I’ll sue the architect! Oh
kami, why couldn’t Jou spend just this one night at home?”
A
horrifying thought struck the raven-haired teen:
The Kaiba
mansion was Katsuya’s home aswell!
Once they
were married, the blond would be moving in with them, permanently!
“Kami,
kami, onegai, Katsuya, oh GOOOOODS!!!” came Seto’s wail through the
closed door.
With a
whine, Mokuba rose to get his earplugs.
Amazed,
Mokuba stared at Seto across the breakfast table.
His nii-san
had fallen asleep while reading the newspaper.
With open
eyes.
The younger
Kaiba was still gawking at his brother, when Jou came sauntering in, glowing
with pride and satisfaction.
“Ohayou,
Mokuba, o-genki desu ka? Morning, aibou!”
“He can’t
hear you, he’s asleep”, hushed Mokuba, still baffled. “Kami, what did you do
to him, Jou?”
The blond
cocked a brow.
“You sure,
you wanna know?”
Mokuba
fervently shook his head, sweatdropping.
“Iie, not
really. Still, this can’t be healthy.”
“Oh,
believe me, giri no outoto#,” chuckled Katsuya, ”there are several countries
where I would be sentenced to death for what I did to your nii-san last night.”
The
ebon-haired teen shot the blond a dirty look.
“Getting
the two of you neutered would be quiet sufficient, thank you very much”, he mumbled
under his breath.
Seto chose
that particular moment to wake up and catch his outoto’s last comment.
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There are
certain noises, even sound-proof walls can’t stop-I speak out of experience:
My
boyfriend and I once happened to stumble across his neighbour next door(he used
to live in an appartment complex) and asked the neighbour, if he felt disturbed
by his-my boyfriend’s- guitar play.
“Not at
all,” said the guy and turned to me,
“But would you
mind being less…vocal?”
I thought I
was going to die of embarassment.
And my
boyfriend?
Only stood
there, wearing this really smug grin.
Phh. Men.
*Jap: enough
#Jap: (younger) brother-in-law
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