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Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
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A/N: I don't own or profit in way from Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter 7
Jou was feeling a lot better after breakfast, good enough to take a shower. There was a private bath off Kaiba's bedroom, it was about half the size of Jou's entire apartment. He sat on the toilet taking in the view. One entire wall of the bath were windows that opened to a luscious garden. In front of those windows was a spa tub, and above it was a skylight. Jou imagined how nice it would be to recline in the tub, then how much nicer it would be to fuck Kaiba in that tub.
The room was paneled in cedar, the floor was opalescent black glass tile. There was a separate shower, big enough for two people, sectioned off in industrial glass blocks. The sink and toilet were black porcelain, a huge mirror covered the wall that the sink was against. He stood and removed the pajamas he was wearing and looked at his image in the mirror. It had been a long time since he'd been able to see himself in an intact mirror, the one in the bathroom at home had fallen victim to his father's violence over a year ago. Jou had managed to find a couple of sizeable shards to glue to the space in order to groom himself. The reflection he saw startled him. His body was a lattice-work of bruises and welts, he was so thin he could see his ribs.
The shower felt wonderful, the water temperature and pressure was perfect. The only thing missing he thought wistfully, was Kaiba. The shampoo lather was luxurious, the fragrance of the soap masculine, reminding him of the scent of Kaiba's body. He was beginning to wonder how he could make it through the day without attacking the other boy, he felt like a drug addict jonesing for a fix.
The truth was, he'd never been loved like that before. Sex for Jou had always involved some kind of business transaction, and while he realized that may be the case now, something seemed fundamentally different. For one thing, Kaiba wasn't gloating over last night like Jou was some conquest, another notch in his belt.
As he dried off, he remembered that awful week as Otogi's slave. He still stung with the embarrassment, the humiliation. He'd been a sport about losing the game, he honored the debt. He submitted to Otogi's every whim, but that only seemed to anger Otogi. He wasn't turned on by Jou's submission, he wanted him unwilling.
The sex had been violent. Otogi never readied Jou. He thrust into Jou's tight entrance, reveling in his cries of pain. After a while, Jou held them back as well. When the week was over, Otogi tried to get him to stay on. Jou resisted, and Otogi revealed the extent of the humiliation. "I told Kaiba what an obedient dog you are," he said, smiling lewdly.
"Fuck you, asshole," Jou called after he was out the door. He was furious, he was embarrassed. He wondered how Kaiba would use that information against him. But if Kaiba knew, he'd never let on.
He looked for the pajamas he'd taken off and noticed a new pair had been left for him. These were black, the same material as the ones he'd discarded. This pair was too big as well. There was also a toothbrush that had not been there before. He brushed his teeth and put on the pajamas.
The bed had been made, and now Mokuba was on it. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Jounouchi" he said, not looking away from the flat screen. He was playing some video game that Jou had never seen. The sound of Kaiba keying his laptop drifted in from the alcove. He was typing furiously.
"Wanna play a game of chess?" Mokuba asked, motioning toward a beat-up wooden box on the bed.
"Yeah, sure, Moku." He hadn't played chess in a while, he knew he'd be a bit rusty.
Mokuba was a ruthless opponent, and Jou soon found himself battling for his life. Mokuba's attacks were relentless, each move assured, bringing Jou closer to checkmate. He was left with his king, a knight and a couple of pawns, while Mokuba still had his queen, a rook and a bishop left. A win impossible, Jou maneuvered to force a stalemate. Jou let Mokuba chip away his pieces until he was left with only his king. As the game grew longer, Mokuba grew more frustrated in his inability to checkmate Jou. He began to make mistakes, and Jou was finally able to capitalize, wedging his king in a safe harbor between Mokuba's bishop and the pawn that protected it.
Mokuba saw that he could not check Jou, and saw that Jou couldn't move. "Stalemate?!" he cried out in disbelief.
"Ah, I just got lucky, is all."
"No you didn't," Mokuba said indignantly, "You outplayed me."
Jou was taken aback. Apparently the younger Kaiba was a more graceful loser than his brother.
Seto had been listening to the game. He admired Jounouchi's tenacity, his ability to force the draw. While Yuugi was Kaiba's arch rival in duel monsters, Kaiba had always enjoyed more his duels with Jounouchi. Both Kaiba and Yuugi had amassed awesome decks. Their matches were won and lost on the sheer power of the cards. Jounouchi's deck was peppered with other duelists throwaways, risky cards of chance, and miscellaneous cards he'd won. His dueling style was fluid, he was able to change his strategy as needed. He gambled with his fate. He was fearless in the face of any odds, and triumphant when his chance cards turned in his favor. Dueling Jounouchi was always exciting, the outcome never a given.
* * *
The sun drained from the day, and still Kaiba worked on. It crossed Jou's mind how little time he spent enjoying his luxurious surroundings. 'I'll have to do something about that,' he thought deviously. Little meals had been coming to the bedroom for Jou at regular intervals through the day, each one having a larger percentage of solid food. He was not feeling hungry for the first time in weeks, and he noticed a new appetite developing. One that could only be sated by a certain blue-eyed boy.
Mokuba had gone to bed. Still Kaiba continued to work. Jou was bored. He decided to find out what was engrossing Kaiba, to see if he could offer up a distraction.
Kaiba heard Jou pad in behind him and closed up the window he was working in. He turned his chair to face Jou.
"S'up, Seto, you gonna work all night?"
Kaiba looked at Jou evenly. Seeing Jou in front of him, thinking about his body and all the pleasures it offered, made him hard. "I'll join you when I'm done." He turned back to his work.
Jou stood in silence for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He'd just been dismissed. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he considered a smart retort. That wouldn't do. Instead, he stepped closer and ran his hand through Kaiba's hair, trailing it softly down his cheek, his neck, under his shirt, over his collarbone, brushing his fingers lightly over a nipple. He leaned into Kaiba's ear. "That's good," he said huskily, "'cause I'll be waiting." Then he was gone.
Kaiba sighed. He wanted nothing more to take Jou into his arms. All day his concentration had been tested with daydreams of the things he would have rather been doing with him, to him. 'Katsuya' he said under his breath. He knew before any lovemaking, he would have to tell Jou that he was going to New York on business. He had been working all day to avoid having to meet at the company he'd licensed to produce one of Kaiba Corp.'s titles for release in America. He wasn't happy with the progress they were making nor the quality of the work, but was trying at all cost to avoid a trip to their offices. As the day passed, it became more and more apparent he needed to visit in person.
He had wanted to surprise Jou with an offer to join him, but had come to the realization that it was just not possible. He couldn't take Jou out of the country without his father's permission, and to ask that would be to force his hand, and possibly destroy any chance to gain Jou's emancipation. He had been engaged in an email conversation with his lawyer about different options to ensure Jou would not need to return to his father. They had agreed that a lump-sum payout would probably be the best case scenario. Everyone had a price. He'd instructed his lawyer to test the water.
He spent an hour finalizing travel arrangements, working on a flight plan with his pilot, filing it, arranging his ground transportation and hotel in New York. He wasn't happy about having to leave. He wanted to stay here, nurture the developing relationship. When he was done, he realized all was silent in the darkened room behind him.
Tired of waiting, and frustrated, Jou had turned out the light and gone to sleep. Kaiba stripped and climbed into bed beside him. He spooned Jou's naked body and gently shook him awake.
"Katsuya? I need to talk to you."
Jou was instantly alert. 'Ok, here it comes,' he thought, 'here's the kiss-off.' He tensed.
"I need to go away. On business. I don't want to leave but it can't be helped." He kissed Jou lightly on his cheek. "I want you to stay here with Mokuba," he finished.
"Where are you going?" Jou asked quietly.
Kaiba sighed. "To New York. I leave the day after tomorrow. I wanted to surprise you, to take you with me, but it just isn't possible." He left unsaid the plans to liberate Jou he had set into motion. Instead he nuzzled him, licked his cheek lightly, sucked on his chin, then kissed him slowly, tongue exploring Jou's mouth, as Jou responded with his own explorations.
Jou turned his head, breaking the kiss. "How long you gone for?"
"Just a few days, I'll be back by the end of the week." Kaiba continued with a gentle shower of kisses.
"Oh, okay."
Jou's stoicism was perplexing. Kaiba thought there would be protestations, heated words. Instead, simple acceptance.
"Really?"
"Has to be. Nothing I can do to change it." Jou said quietly.
"I don't want to leave you," Kaiba repeated.
Jou swallowed hard. He wanted so badly to go to New York. To feel the pulse of the city he loved so much. To be home. He wanted to see Serenity. Thinking of her caused a dull ache in his heart. God she must be getting big, she must be driving all the boys crazy. He wanted to see his grandfather, to ask why he never wrote. He said he loved him, but after Jou moved to Japan, he never heard from him again. Letter after letter he sent went unanswered. Mostly, he wanted to be there with Kaiba, to show him all the places that shaped his life before he moved here. He blinked back bitter tears.
Kaiba propped himself up on his elbows, and stared into Jou's face. In the moonlight he could see the glistening in Jou's eyes. He was at a loss for words. "I'm sorry," he offered.
"You don't have to be sorry, Set. It's just ..." Jou paused, "I still have family there, my sister, my grandfather ... I miss them ..." he said softly, a tear escaping.
Kaiba licked at the droplet, tasted its salt, and followed its trail up to Jou's eye. He kissed it gently, then the other one.
"Would you like me to visit them, to let them know you are all right?"
Jou considered this. "Well, I email Serenity when I can, so we do keep in touch, and ..." Jou's breath caught. "And I don't know if my grandfather even cares if I'm okay." Jou turned his face away. The tears were flowing freely, and he was embarrassed at the show of emotion.
Kaiba turned Jou's face back toward him. He gently kissed away the wetness, as if each kiss would take away the pain, make it all right.
"We'll go there sometime. Together." he murmured. His desire was increasing, he'd been waiting all day to have Jou. His kisses became more insistent. Then he stopped, considering for a moment that his attention was unwanted. Jou grabbed his face, pulling him closer, crushing their lips together, kissing him hungrily.
He wanted badly to fuck Jou, was consumed by his desire. He wanted to feel Jou's muscles contracting around his cock as he thrust into his sweet tunnel, to hear Jou scream his name wantonly, begging him for more, to thrust faster, pound deeper. He was being driven mad with need. But the thought of what Jou's father had done left him cold. He could not bring himself to violate him in that way. Not until he was sure Jou was truly okay.
Jou sensed Kaiba pulling away. "Don't stop," he gasped. "Seto, fuck me. I want you to fuck me now. Please." He had never been so sure, never wanted something so much. He clung to Kaiba now, wrapping his arms tightly around him, biting, licking, nuzzling into the hollow of his neck.
"Turn over," Kaiba commanded. He reached into a drawer of the near sidetable. He poured some massage oil onto his hand, then rubbed it onto his shaft. He straddled Jou, noticing for the first time the welts on his back, and ten bruises on Jou's ass, five on each cheek, arcing outward. He placed his hands over them, the bruises roughly lined up with his fingertips. He dropped down, lips close to Jou's ear. "When I see what he's done to you, I want to kill him." he hissed.
"S'okay, Seto, it's over with." Jou panted.
"Not yet," he replied through clenched teeth, "but it will be soon."
It was all Kaiba could do not to take him there. His hand covered in the slick oil, he lightly fingered Jou's hole, causing shivers of delight. "Seto, pleeeaase," he whined.
But instead he thrust his shaft parallel against Jou's backside, eliciting a strangled yelp of surprised disappointment.
Again he whispered in Jou's ear "I will fuck you, but not tonight." He sunk his teeth into the nape of Jou's neck.
"Don't think you're going to get away leaving me before you do," Jou groaned.
He came almost instantly, he'd been so aroused all day, the body under him stoking his desire. He shuddered in the after effects of his release.
"Now it's your turn, turn over." Jou complied, his eyes glassy with desire. Kaiba licked and bit down his torso, Jou's hands urging him closer and closer to his engorged sex.
When he was younger, Kaiba had struck a devil's bargain with Gozuboro. Willing to protect Mokuba at all costs, he'd told the older man he'd do anything he asked, if he would agree to leave Moku alone. What Gozuboro asked in return was perverse. He wanted him as his sex toy. So Kaiba ensured Mokuba's safety by giving his adoptive father hand- and blowjobs. He had managed to push all the humiliation into some deep recess of his brain, and had vowed no one would ever use him for the same pleasure. But now, the passion he felt for Jounouchi was awakening feelings he never thought he would have. He wanted to suck Jou's cock, despite the degradation the act had meant to him in the past.
He caressed Jou's sex with his hand before he took it into his mouth sucking gently, rolling his tongue over the top. Instead of the familiar feeling of revulsion he'd always felt with Gozuboro, as he held Jou in his mouth, he felt invincible. Jou's gasps, the widening of his eyes as Kaiba grazed the shaft with his teeth, all served to arouse Kaiba further. He took it in deeper, and Jou could not contain it, he exhorted "Oh God Seto!" as he came in Kaiba's mouth.
* * *
They lay together at peace. "Just think of all the time we've wasted, all the moments we missed," Kaiba mused, thinking of all the fights, the insults they'd traded.
"Don't look at it like that, Seto," Jou replied, "Think of all the time we have to make up," he pressed his face into Kaiba's chest.
Kaiba smiled. If there was one thing Katsuya Jounouchi was, it was practical.
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