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In The Name Of Love	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15410 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In The Name Of Love
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Jou/Ryou (briefly), Malik/Ryou, Kaiba/Jou, Mokuba/Shizuka, Yami/Yugi
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit in any way from Yu-gi-oh!
Summary: For eight years he has scrupulously avoided the brunet, but now with the impending marriage of their siblings, Jounouchi Katsuya and Kaiba Seto are forced to come to terms with the feelings they've secreted away since adolescence.
CHAPTER 7
Kaiba observed Jounouchi shift uncomfortably in his seat as he gulped a rather large sip of his drink. He smiled inwardly at the knowledge that he'd put the mutt on the defensive. Once he'd started to ponder the scarcity of interaction he had with the blond, it didn't take the CEO very long to conclude that Jounouchi had been actively avoiding him. For years. Following that train of thought had led him to contemplate why. And for all his ruminating, he could not come up with a plausible answer.
He had to admit that time had been quite kind to his nemesis. Jounouchi the teenager had been cute and endearing in a goofy way. Jounouchi the man was downright stunning. Gone was his adolescent awkwardness; in its place was a perfect balance of fluidity of movement and grace. Kaiba couldn't help but admire the leanness of Jounouchi's body, how well his clothes draped, clinging in all the right places, accenting the slimness of his hips, the sleek musculature of his legs. The turtleneck of the sweater he was wearing just begged to be pushed down to reveal the ivory column of his neck. Kaiba half-closed his eyes as he imagined the texture of the skin of that neck underneath his lips.
"Why d'ya ask?" Jou's answered with a question of his own that shook Kaiba out of his reverie.
Touch�, he thought, this might prove to be an interesting night after all. "Your sister is marrying my brother. Your best friend works for me ... and yet ... I never see you. Why is that, Jounouchi?" He pressed.
"I've been kinda busy, if ya hadn't noticed." Jou snapped irritably. "Ya know, school, work, volunteerin'. Nice ta know ya missed me, though." Jou parried.
Kaiba snorted at that. As if. He flashed a wicked smile at the gauntlet Jou had thrown down, sidestepped the bait and went straight for the kill. "Really, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you were afraid of me." He took a sip of his drink, and waited for Jou's outburst.
"Y'know Kaiba." Jou said softly. "We weren't exactly the best of friends in high school. In fact, the way you treated me--I thought ya hated me. You never missed a chance ta insult or humiliate me." He took another sip of his drink before continuing. "Ta be honest, I just got tired of fighting with everyone I was fighting with. That included you."
Kaiba was surprised at Jou's candidness. And his answer wasn't what he'd expected either. He never imagined that his insults and barbs really hurt Jou in any way. He always seemed up to the challenge of their verbal exchanges. If anything, he thought that Jou had just grown tired in his attempts at making friends with him.
The realization that he had hurt Jounouchi stung the CEO. He'd only been protecting himself, isolating himself so that his dirty secret would be safe. As if on cue, he felt the rhythm of his heart speed up drastically, and a fine film of sweat blossomed over his body. It was suddenly too hot; he pushed up the sleeves of his sweater. Shit. He needed to leave-immediately, before it got too bad. He glanced at Jounouchi who was staring at him intently.
"I just remembered something. I have to go." Kaiba said and stood up to leave. If he could get to the men's room quickly, he might yet be able to salvage his evening.
Jou immediately sensed something was wrong. The abrupt change in Kaiba's behavior signified that and he could see that the color had drained from the brunet's face; his skin had taken on a sickly pallor.
"Don't go." Jou said evenly as he laid his hand on the brunet's arm. Kaiba's skin felt clammy, confirming his suspicions. "Kaiba, stop." He noticed that one of the booths had been abandoned, and wondered how he would be able to convince the CEO to move to it.
"No. I need to leave now!" Kaiba said harshly. He tried to pull away, but Jou's grip only tightened.
"I know what's happening to you. I can help you right now." Jou said reasonably, hoping he would be able to get through to the stubborn brunet.
He couldn't stand the look of pity on the mutt's face. His anger flared now, and his old pattern of dealing with his weakness was exposed. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Pity." He said through clenched teeth. "Now. Let. Go. Of. Me. Inu." He snarled. The attack was in full bloom now, and his breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.
"Don't mistake compassion for pity," Jounouchi replied levelly. He knew Kaiba was deliberately pushing his buttons in his desperation to escape. "Listen to me, you're hyperventilating. You need to take a deep breath and hold it. There's a booth over there with some privacy, you and I are going to walk over to it so you don't feel so exposed."
Kaiba realized it was too late. There was no escaping the panic attack, no escaping the damned blond's vise-like grip without making a scene. He never should have accepted the mutt's invite. He was insane to stay now. But at this point he knew he wouldn't make it across the bar room on his own. He nodded his head in assent, and let Jou guide him to the booth.
Instead of sitting across from him, Jou sat next to Kaiba on the banquette. He released the brunet's arm, and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. He could feel Kaiba trembling.
The first thing he needed to do was to focus Kaiba on his breathing, to distract him from the physical side effects of the attack. "Listen to me Seto, I want you to take a deep breath, hold it, and count to ten slowly." He heard the shudder of Kaiba's inhalation, felt his body expanding under his arm. There was an immediate calming effect. Jou silently counted and felt Kaiba exhale around the time he reached ten. "Again," he ordered softly, and was relieved that Kaiba complied. After about a minute, Jou could tell Kaiba was no longer in danger of hyperventilating.
Kaiba was still sweating profusely and his skin still looked ashen. Jou wrapped his free hand around Kaiba's wrist, and felt his racing pulse. He was holding together pretty well for someone in the midst of a panic attack.
"Close your eyes Seto." Jou saw the CEO's eyes flutter shut his head tilted in toward Jou. "Okay, now I want you to imagine a place where you feel safe. Are you thinking of it?" Kaiba nodded his head imperceptibly. "Now I want you to concentrate on what it looks like, what it smells like. I want you to put yourself in the scene," Jou continued softly. "Look at your surroundings, remember the details." Kaiba's pulse was beginning to slow down somewhat, Jou noted, and the color was beginning to return to his face. "Think about how good it feels to be there, what is it about that place that makes you feel safe. Just focus on that place, there's nothing but the place where you feel safe and protected. Stay there until the feelings pass and open your eyes when they're gone."
Jou let go of Kaiba and shifted away to give him some breathing room. It didn't surprise him that the CEO had panic attacks. He'd suffered tremendous losses as a child--first his mother, then his father. And even though his life had improved immensely after the death of his adoptive father Kaiba Gozaburo, it was not hard to imagine that the sudden shift in Kaiba's roles toward his brother and Kaiba Corp would be the source of an inordinate amount of stress. It all began to make sense to Jou; the puzzle pieces of the brunet's life were suddenly falling into place. All of the fighting, all of the insulting comments; Kaiba didn't think he was better than everyone else. he was just trying to protect himself, to isolate himself. Too much emotion led to panic. A wave of compassion washed over Jou as he realized that Kaiba had been suffering like this for years.
"You can move now, Jounouchi." Kaiba said quietly.
"Ya feeling better?" Kaiba nodded his head and focused on the empty banquette across the table. Jounouchi brushed a lock of chestnut hair off of Kaiba's forehead and brushed his fingertips against the skin underneath. It was cool, but had lost its clamminess.
"'Kay, I'll go collect our drinks from the bar." He slipped easily out of the banquette and Kaiba surreptitiously caught an eyeful of Jou's shapely behind. If only he knew exactly what I was visualizing the brunet shuddered. Now he had another pressing problem. As the blond returned, he slid out of his seat. "I need to go to the men's room. I'll be right back."
"D'ya want me ta come with ya?"
Kaiba rolled his eyes at the suggestion. 'If only you knew how tempting that is, Jounouchi.' "No, I think I can manage ~that~ by myself."
He had to stop doing this, Kaiba thought forlornly as he slipped into a private cubicle in the men's room. No, he corrected, he had to start ~doing~ him, that was a much better solution. He undid the button and fly of his trousers and slid them and his boxers off of his waist. He wrapped his slender fingers around his swollen cock, and resumed his fantasy.
Jou was kneeling in front of him. He slowly sucked Kaiba's shaft deep into his hot mouth while softly fondling the brunet's balls. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive tip, dipping deep into the slit, lapping up the precum that was collecting there. Kaiba slowly began to thrust in and out, his hands finding purchase in his lover's blond hair. Jou hummed along the length of Kaiba's shaft, and the vibrations sent shivers up and down the brunet's spine.
He felt his orgasm building deep inside, and now he imagined Jou's sweat-soaked body underneath him in his own bed. His hands were planted on either side of Jou's head, and Jou was panting his name as they rocked in unison. His cock was buried deep inside Jou's sweet tunnel, and he elicited moans of pleasure each time it rubbed against his lover's prostate. He began to thrust erratically as the climax built and traveled along his shaft, culminating with the spurt of hot seed into his hand.
He sighed, a mixture of contentment and need. He thought about the man waiting for him back in the bar room, thought about how much Jounouchi had matured. As infatuated as he'd been with him as an adolescent, Kaiba could easily find himself falling in love with this iteration of Jounouchi Katsuya. He cleaned himself up and allowed the thought that maybe the blond was worth pursuing as something more than an easy lay.
There was time enough for that. Right now, he reasoned, he should just enjoy the moment and see where it took him. He threaded his way back through the now crowded bar. Jounouchi was staring at his drink, deep in thought. As Kaiba slid into the booth, he looked up, acknowledging his presence.
"Jounouchi, I'm sorry," Kaiba said simply.
The blond tore his eyes away from his drink and looked up at the CEO. "Don't worry about it." He replied.
Kaiba took a deep breath. "Not about that. About the way I treated you in high school." He said measuredly.
Jou arched his brow in surprise. "Well, ya hafta admit, I gave as much as I got."
Kaiba snickered. "No you didn't."
At that Jou pouted. "Aww come on, leave me to my delusions." They both laughed and some of the tension between them dissipated. They sipped their drinks in companionable silence for a while.
"So anyway Kaiba, how long have you been experiencing panic attacks?" Jou asked. He was curious to test his hypothesis.
"Why? Are you going to psychoanalyze me now?"
Jou snorted, "Not a chance. You'd never submit to that. Years of talking about your childhood ta someone ya can't even see. As far as I can tell, you've no use for spending years dwelling into your past. Really, how long?"
"About ten years, since just after Gozaburo died. So what kind of therapy would you suggest?"
"The best therapy for panic attacks, which is what I suspect you suffer from, is cognitive-behavioral. Knowing you, you aren't interested in ~why~ they happen, you just want them to stop." Kaiba nodded his head as he listened intently, digesting what Jounouchi was saying.
"You really should see someone about it, you don't need to suffer."
"Oh really, so they can leak it to the news that I'm seeing a shrink? Could you imagine how that might affect the bottom line of Kaiba Corp.?"
"Number one, therapists are ethically bound not to talk about their patients. If you saw someone it would be completely confidential. And number two, don't you think your health is more valuable than any company?" Kaiba considered that for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.
"Maybe I should see you." He said half-kidding.
"Nah, I'm not licensed," Jou replied seriously. "But if you ever did want to see someone, I could make a couple of recommendations."
"I'll bear that in mind," Kaiba replied as he sipped his drink.
"Kaiba, can I ask ya something?"
"Go ahead, Jounouchi." Kaiba said reluctantly.
"Are you really okay with Mokuba and Shizuka getting married?"
"And you are?" Kaiba answered coolly.
"Yeah, I am." Jou gazed at the CEO. "I know they're young. But they are so in love, and they both have good heads on their shoulders. I think they'll be okay." He glanced away from Kaiba ruefully. "It's hard to let go, though. Hard ta think about sharing my sister with someone else." He added.
"It is." Kaiba sighed. "But you are right, they are meant for each other." He agreed sourly.
"It really made them happy to know you were okay with it." Jounouchi drained his drink and looked around uncertainly. He was hungry, but he didn't want to drop a wad of cash here. He knew he'd already put a dent in his budget for the week. He pulled out his wallet to pay for the drinks.
"What are you doing?" Kaiba asked, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm paying for the drinks." Jou said as he stood and dropped 2,200 yen on the table.
"That's generous," Kaiba observed. "You're leaving?"
"Um, yeah. I'm getting kinda hungry, but I don't wanna spend my paycheck here. I'm gonna grab a bite ta eat somewhere else." He looked down at the brunet. "Ya wanna come?"
Kaiba thought for a moment. What did he have to lose? Jounouchi had seen him at his worst and hadn't used that against him ... yet. Besides he was enjoying the alluring blond's company.
"Sure. Where do you want to eat?"
Jounouchi looked genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected Kaiba to accept his offer of a drink, his acceptance of a dinner invitation was bordering on the surreal. "Um, I was gonna head over to Chez Pierre. Did you drive here?"
"No I had the car drop me off. I can call my chauffeur-"
"I can give ya a lift on my bike."
"You have a motorcycle?"
"Yeah, I have a spare helmet stowed under the seat. You wanna ride with me?" He asked again.
Kaiba considered Jou's offer carefully. He could think of worse things than pressing his body against the blond's as they sped through the streets of Domino City.
"Yes, let's go. Thanks for the drink."
"You're welcome," Jou said over his shoulder. It didn't register that Kaiba's eyes were focused on points south of his waist.
As they passed by the restaurant, they spied on Mokuba and Shizuka, who were deep in conversation, oblivious to the world around them. Kaiba couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at his brother's good fortune. Shizuka ~was~ his perfect match in every way, and he knew they would share a lifetime of happiness. He let his eyes skim over her older brother's form and wondered idly if he might be able to share the same fate as Mokuba.
They picked up their jackets at the coat check and Jou led Kaiba a couple of blocks to where he'd parked his bike. Kaiba eyed it critically.
"It might not look like much, but it's dependable," Jou apologized as he handed Kaiba the spare helmet.
"Whatever you say." Kaiba waited for Jou to mount and start the bike's engine, before sliding easily behind him. He placed his hands low on Jou's hips, and leaned against his back lightly as they drove off into the night.
There was something deeply erotic about the way Kaiba was touching him, and it was all Jou could do to concentrate on the road in front of him. He was glad for the distraction of muscling the bike through the streets of Domino, but at every red light, his attention was drawn to the tantalizing pressure of Kaiba's long fingers as they curved around and lightly gripped his pelvic bones. He found himself fantasizing about how it would feel to have those hands travel a bit further between his legs. He shook his head to banish those thoughts and focused on the road in front of him with renewed concentration.
He turned the corner onto the street that his apartment shared with Chez Pierre and was surprised at how busy it was; the restaurant was doing brisk business. He wasn't too concerned--he could park his bike in the alleyway to his apartment--and he knew there would be a table available at Chez Pierre where the staff took breaks in hall between the kitchen and the dining room proper. There he and Kaiba could eat in relative seclusion if there were no other open tables.
As he edged closer to the alley that led to his apartment, he saw that the security gate was open. All at once he felt sick deep down in the pit of his stomach; he realized he'd forgotten entirely his conversation with Ryou earlier that evening. Right now his ex-lover was in his apartment, and that meant that Malik was somewhere nearby.
Terry: Glad you are enjoying!
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