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On hidden paths	By : darkangel985 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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This is unbetaed again.
Thanks to Ayeshagirl, yamiyugiforever and Mu-chan the Vampyr King for
their reviews.

Chapter 5 - Fever

Seto was glad that they
had finally found some shelter, although he now had nothing to
distract himself from Jou's body. The clothes were plastered to his
skin, outlining his chest and his nipples, that were perked due to
the cold. The shivers that raced down Seto's spine were a strange
mixture of lust and cold.

'He looks like a lost
little puppy', the brunet thought when Jou huddled in on himself on
the ground, arms wrapped tightly around his body and hair falling
wetly over his eyes. Trying hard to pull his gaze away from the
brown-eyed beauty close to him Seto walked over to the cave's entry,
looking at the storm raging outside.

It could almost compete
with the storm raging in his heart. All those emotions the blond
ignited in him were unfamiliar and unwanted. What put him out wasn't
the fact that he was bodily attracted to Jou, but rather that he felt
the attraction on a purely emotional level too. He had the strong
desire to simply grab the other teen and cuddle him close to his
body, keeping him warm in the night. 'I'm thinking like a love-struck
girl.'

Before he could look
deeper into what that fact said about him, a movement in the corner
of his eye caught his attention. Turning around he was shocked to
find a suddenly bare-chested Jou, the sight sending a bolt of arousal
down to his groin. It was one thing to imagine the blond's body, but
to actually look at him in reality was quite something else. Trying
his best to keep a nonchalant facial expression and failing to do so,
Seto addressed Jou.

“What the hell are you doing,
p...mutt?”

He had almost slipped
there, barely refraining himself from calling Jounouchi a 'puppy'.
Since when were his emotion that out of control? If he was true to
himself, he would have admitted that they had always been harder to
control around Jou, but Seto wasn't about to think too closely about
that fact.

“I'm trying to prevent myself
from catching pneumonia. You should get out of your wet clothes too.”

Although he could
easily see the logic in that, there was no way he was undressing
himself now. Especially not after Jou stripped off his pants, leaving
his soaked underwear to perfectly outline his ass. His cock had
immediately responded to the visual stimulation, demanding that he
should go over and get himself a puppy to play with. Firmly tearing
his gaze away Seto sat down on the floor, trying to keep his thoughts
away from the almost naked blond and his straining dick.

His teeth had started
chattering even though he clenched his jaw to prevent that and his
body was almost frozen with cold. Yet he only needed to cast a quick
look over at Jou to find himself ablaze with a raging inferno of
desire. This sudden need he felt to be with the blond was grating on
his nerves. He was Seto Kaiba and he had never needed anyone before.
He was the one, people came to because they wanted something.

Whenever he had
physically desired somebody, he had taken what he needed and not
bothered about the person afterwards. But his attraction to Jou was
different. He didn't want to not bother about the blond and that was
the core to the problem.

The light in the cave
had suddenly changed as the warm glow of a fire spread through the
cold darkness. Looking up Seto found that Jou had managed to set a
few of their books on fire and was now warming his hands on the small
source of warmth.

Seto was reluctant to
go over to Jou, but he was too frozen to really care. The warmth
pleasantly leaked over his skin, slowly brushing away the clammy
feeling his clothes had left on his body. He watched as Jou slowly
stretched out on the ground with a sigh of contentment. Since the
other teen had his eyes closed, Seto allowed himself the luxury to
let his eyes roam over the luscious body lain out before him. His
fingers itched to run over the smooth skin, to flush it with desire.

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At first Jou was completely disoriented, unsure of what had woken
him from his sleep. But when he looked over to Seto, he immediately
understood what had disturbed his rest. The brunet was huddled in on
himself, shivering and coughing violently. His clothing was plastered
to his body by the cold sweat that poured over his skin. 'Shit. What
am I gonna do now?'

Another coughing fit shook Seto's body and Jou finally acted.
Walking over he tried to shake the blue-eyed teen awake. “Hey,
moneybags. Wake up. I told you you'd catch pneumonia, but you didn't
listen to me.”

A worried frown flitted over Jou's face, when the only reaction he
could draw from Seto was a pained moan. Carefully putting his hand to
the brunet's forehead, he almost flinched back in shock. Seto's skin
was practically boiling as his body shook and shivered from the high
fever. Helplessly Jou watched as his secret crush started trashing in
his fever-induced dreams. 'I have to cool him down or he'll burn up.'

Grabbing his shirt from where he had dropped it to the floor, Jou
raced to the cave entrance and soaked the fabric in the cold rain.
Quickly ripping it into shreds he put them around Seto's calves and
on his forehead. His mother had always done that, when he had had a
fever. Unable to do anything more for the sick brunet, Jou sat down
next to him.

He carefully wiped the cold sweat off Seto's face as he tried to
keep the other teen from trashing in his fever. Jou wasn't a doctor,
but he knew that being delirious with fever was definitely something
bad. 'He needs medical attention.' But to achieve that they had to be
found and it didn't look like that at the moment. Resigning himself
for a long wait Jou regularly changed the wet fabric, cooling down
Seto's body and watched the rain as he hoped that the fever would
break.

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Morning came and the rain was still falling outside, although it
had slowed down a bit. Jou ignored his rumbling stomach as he once
again changed the cloth on Seto's face. The fever had lowered a bit
and there had been about two hours, that Seto had slept peacefully.

But now the fever had spiked again and the brunet was once again
shaking with a delusional dream. Although he didn't think that it
would be successful, Jou tried to shake him awake. He had
continuously tried to wake Kaiba during the night, but for the short
periods that the other teen had been awake, he hadn't even recognized
Jou. Thinking back over the last hours, he was almost embarrassed
about what he had learned about Seto. Obviously his life wasn't as
great as the outside world choose to believe.

At one time Seto had believed Jou to be his mother and cried in
his arms. Another time he had believed him to be his adoptive father
and had shied away from him. Jou had been angered by that reaction,
wondering what had been done to the beautiful brunet. And then he had
thought him to be Mokuba, showing a completely unknown tender side of
himself.

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Hands were shaking his shoulders, but the sensation was strangely
muted and fuzzy as if his body had been wrapped in cotton wool, that
kept out everything. His eyelids were so heavy, he wanted to open
them, but they just wouldn't move. He had to open them. He wanted to
open them. Seto didn't know why, but it was important.

Everything was aching in his body and his head throbbed with a
fierce headache. He tried to order his thoughts, but they were
strangely muddy and jumbled as if someone had put the contents of his
mind through a mixer and had left him with the remains. 'That's
funny.' Fighting off the urge to break into laughter, Seto struggled
to open his eyes.

When he finally succeeded, he was faced with the deepest
chocolate-brown he could ever remember seeing. His vision was fuzzy,
but he recognized these eyes from somewhere. If he could only
remember from where. Trying to focus he let the first words that came
to his mind tumble out of his mouth: “So pretty. Such a pretty
puppy.”

The face above him was suddenly overshadowed with confusion. There
was something he had to remember about this face. 'Jounouchi.' That
was what the one with the brown eyes and honey-blond hair was called.
“Jounouchi.”

As soon as he had spoken the name, soft hands stroked his hair
away from his forehead and those eyes filled with a strange shimmer
he didn't comprehend at the moment. Enjoying the touch he leaned into
it, ignoring the voice at the back of his mind that told him that he
shouldn't show such a weakness. What did that voice matter? It felt
so good. He wanted to touch that pretty face and run his hands
through the golden hair, but his arms were too heavy to lift.

There were things he wanted to say to the blond, Seto remembered
them now. But he couldn't remember the reason, why he couldn't and
shouldn't say those words, so he simply let them tumble from his
mouth: “So beautiful Jou. Want you. Like you. Love you.”
And then there was the blackness again.

TBC...
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