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Disclaimer: All Yu-Gi-Oh! characters and references belong
to Kazuki Takahashi. The song Queen of Hearts belongs to Dave Edmunds
and the company that recorded it and was used in this story with the best of
intentions. The manga series Boy Princess is written by Seyoung Kim.
Story elements © Hideki LaShae. No money was gained in the writing of this
story.
Lace
By
Hideki LaShae
Chapter Seven
Kiyoko
embraces Jounouchi before the blond steps out the front door. “I hope to see
you again, Kat.”
“I think you
might,” says Jounouchi smiling at Seto who precedes him down the walkway.
“And thank
you, Seto, for your hospitable donation,” says Kiyoko waving.
“It’s our
pleasure,” says Mokuba hugging Kiyoko, “We have more than enough to share.”
“I know. I
just don’t like asking orphans to provide for other orphans. You are both still
children yourselves, you know,” says Kiyoko smoothing out Mokuba’s hair.
“Bye!”
exclaims Mokuba running towards the gate after receiving a kiss to his cheek.
“Take care
of yourselves,” says Kiyoko before stepping inside and closing the door.
Jounouchi
heads down the walkway to Mokuba and Seto.
Seto
hesitates for a moment before turning and running back up to the doorstep. He
pushes the button for the doorbell and listens to the quaint chime.
The door
swings open immediately, and Kiyoko looks at Seto with teary eyes. “Is
something wrong, dear?”
“I just had
to make sure the doorbell works now,” says Seto.
“But you
tested it earlier after you tried to fix it,” says Kiyoko.
“I also
forgot something,” says Seto kissing Kiyoko’s cheek quickly. “We’ll see you
soon, Kiyoko.”
“You’re a
good boy, Seto,” says Kiyoko hugging him gently. She whispers, “Do you love
her?”
“Why does
everyone keep asking me that?” asks Seto, “When the answer should be obvious?”
“We’ll hold
an engagement dinner for you two here, when the time comes,” whispers Kiyoko.
“Thanks,”
says Seto before turning and walking quickly to the gate where Mokuba and
Jounouchi stand. “Should we go home so that you can get ready for our date,
Suya?”
“Yeah,”
says Jounouchi, “although this has been a pretty fun date already. Thank you
for bringing me here, Kaiba.”
Seto wraps
his arm around Jounouchi’s waist while Mokuba moves to climb into the back of
the limo. Then he slips in, pulling Jounouchi along with him and then into his
lap.
Jounouchi
blushes as he settles on Seto’s lap.
Mokuba
pushes the button for the intercom. “Home, please!”
“Right
away, sir!” The limo starts to move.
“Now what
did you really think of the orphanage?” asks Seto squeezing Jounouchi tightly.
“I think
you had a nice mother,” says Jounouchi, “I know she’s not really your mother,
but she’s close enough.”
“Thank
you,” says Seto.
“So… I got
an interesting invitation in the mail yesterday morning,” says Jounouchi,
“You’re having a birthday party this year?”
“Yes, I am.
Mokuba and I decided it should be a costume party since my birthday is only a
week before Halloween and the party itself will be even closer to the holiday.
I’m not inviting you as Suya,” says Seto, “If you want to come as a girl it
will still be as Jounouchi. I have a special gift for you that will be arriving
the night of the party, I hope.”
“Oh, yeah.
Everything’s set up,” says Mokuba, “The surprise is all ready. Yukia is making
some of the food, and caterers have been hired to make what she won’t have time
to do. All we really need to do is find costumes!”
“Do you
think you’ll be going as Mari?” asks Jounouchi.
“Maybe,”
says Mokuba blushing, “I haven’t decided, but I’m not so sure. You see, the
gang would then be able to recognize me as Mari.”
“Yeah. But
not if you leave your hair down,” says Jounouchi.
“I’m still
thinking, like I said,” says Mokuba.
“I hope you
don’t mind that the party will interfere with your movie night,” says Seto,
“but all your friends have been invited, even Honda.”
“Let’s hope
we don’t have a fight on our hands,” says Jounouchi mumbling.
“Yes. We
can only hope.” Seto rests his head against the top of Jounouchi’s hair.
“What
present would you like for your birthday?” asks Jounouchi.
“Nothing
money can buy,” whispers Seto.
“Okay…
fine, don’t give me any ideas!” exclaims Jounouchi, “Mari will help me find a
present for you! Won’t you, Mari?”
Mokuba’s
eyes twinkle. “We’ll see!”
“When is
your birthday, exactly?” asks Jounouchi.
“October
25,” says Seto, “Speaking of which, we won’t be having a date the weekend
before. I will be out of town. I have a business trip to Hong Kong, but Mokuba
will be attending a business function in Tokyo in my stead. I need you to go
with him. That’s what the Armani suit is for.”
“Okay, and
that would be when?” asks Jounouchi.
“The party
you and Mokuba will go to is on the twenty-first,” says Seto, “Do try to behave
with proper manners while you’re there, but you will be protecting my brother,
so I’ll understand if things get out of hand.”
The limo
pulls to a stop outside of the Kaiba Mansion, and the driver hurries around to
open the door for them.
Jounouchi
slides from Seto’s lap and emerges from the back of the limo. He waits to the
side for Seto and Mokuba to join him before they all head inside.
“Go ahead
and take a long bath before you start to get ready for dinner,” says Seto
pushing Jounouchi a little ahead of him, “You can find me in my room when
you’re ready.”
“Okay! I’ll
wear the blue dress!” exclaims Jounouchi running up the stairs as quickly as he
can in his women’s shoes.
“I have a
little bit of research to do, Mokuba,” says Seto, “and we might not be home
tonight in time to tuck you into bed, so have a good night. We’ll probably see
you before we leave for dinner though.”
“What are
you researching that can’t wait until Monday or at least after your date?” asks
Mokuba glaring at Seto.
“Suya
mentioned a song to me. Something she heard when she was really young, and she
doesn’t remember the lyrics to it. But it is something special to her, and she
might remember enough of the lyrics that I’ll be able to track down the song
for her,” says Seto, “I’m going to see if I can find it and download it so that
she can listen to it when she comes to my room to pick me up for dinner. Then
if it’s the right song, I’ll make a CD for her.”
Mokuba
smiles. “You are such a hopeless romantic! Come on, I’ll help you find the song
and pick out your outfit for tonight!”
“Aren’t I
supposed to spoil you?” asks Seto.
“Works both
ways,” says Mokuba.
Seto and
Mokuba hurry upstairs to Seto’s room, and Seto starts his search on the
Internet while Mokuba goes into the closet to rummage through his brother’s
clothes.
* * *
Jounouchi
knocks briskly on the door to Seto’s room before opening it slightly. “Kaiba?
Can I come in?”
“Yes,
Suya!” exclaims Seto, “I have something for you.”
The door
opens all the way, and Jounouchi steps into the room. He wears the sapphire
colored strapless dress and the matching sequined shoes. He takes a few more
steps towards the bed where Seto, in his white suit, sits with the laptop, and
the slits up the sides open slightly to reveal his lean legs. His hands,
covered by his white lace palm gloves and holding his blue-sequined purse, hide
the necklace about his neck. “I really love these shoes. Even though they have
high heels, the T-strap makes them so easy to walk in.”
“Come, sit
down with me for a few minutes,” says Seto patting the bed beside him and pointedly
refusing to look at the sure-to-be stunning blond.
Jounouchi
moves to the side of the bed and sits down, removing his hands and purse from
overtop the pearl necklace and the blue heart pendant to rest them gently in
his lap. “What is it?”
“Listen to
this,” says Seto pushing a button on his keyboard, “I don’t know if it’s right,
but it might trigger a memory.”
Music
starts to emerge from the speakers on the laptop, and Jounouchi’s eyes widen
slightly as he recognizes the long lost melody.
A man’s
voice begins to sing, “Midnight, I'm a-waiting on the 1205. Hoping it'll
take me just a little farther down the line. Moonlight, you're just a heartache
in disguise. Won't you keep my heart from breaking if it's only for a very
short time? Playing with the Queen of Hearts, knowing it ain't really smart.
The joker ain't the only fool who'll do anything for you. Laying out another
lie, thinking about a life of crime. That's what I'll have to do to keep me
away from you.”
“This is
it,” whispers Jounouchi, “This is the song that the card always reminds me of…”
“Hush. Just
listen,” whispers Seto turning the volume up slightly.
“Baby,
it makes me feel so bad. Why is everybody telling everybody what you have done?
And baby, I know it makes you sad. But when they're handing out the heartaches.
You know you got to have you some,” sings the man on the recording, “Playing
with the Queen of Hearts, knowing it ain't really smart. The joker ain't the
only fool who'll do anything for you. Laying out another lie, thinking about a
life of crime. That's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you. Lovers, I
know you've had a few. You hide your heart beneath the covers, and you tell 'em
they're the only one. And others know what I'm going through. It's so hard to
be a lover when you say you only do it for fun.”
Jounouchi
clutches Seto’s arm and leans into his boyfriend with a smile.
“Playing
with the Queen of Hearts, knowing it ain't really smart. The joker ain't the
only fool who'll do anything for you. Laying out another lie, thinking about a
life of crime. That's what I'll have to do to keep me away from you… To keep me
away from you… To keep me away from you… To keep me away from you… To keep me
away from you… To keep me away from you… To keep me away from you.”
The music
slowly fades out, and Jounouchi turns Seto’s face towards his so the brunet can
see the tears in his eyes.
“Suya? Are
you okay? You’re crying!” exclaims Seto closing the laptop and moving it away
from them.
“Happy
tears! You’ve made me so happy!” exclaims Jounouchi leaning in and giving Seto
a kiss close to his mouth but still on his cheek, “How did you ever find this?”
“It wasn’t
easy,” says Seto, “Mokuba and I spent almost the entire time you were getting
dressed trying to find this for you, and we weren’t even sure if it was the
right person singing, or the right song.”
“Who sang
it? What’s the song’s name?” asks Jounouchi.
“The singer
is Dave Edmunds, and the song title is Queen of Hearts,” says Seto. “I’ll burn
a CD for you later.”
“Thank you!
Thank you!” exclaims Jounouchi hugging Seto.
“But in the
meantime, we should go have dinner,” says Seto lifting his laptop and going
through the procedure to shut it down, and he closes the lid.
Jounouchi
takes this time to take a good look at Seto’s suit.
Seto wears
a white, collarless jacket with a sapphire blue dress shirt beneath, and a
sapphire blue handkerchief sticks out of his left breast pocket. His pants are
equally as white as the jacket and his fancy shoes are sapphire blue in color.
“You look
handsome,” says Jounouchi blushing.
Seto
blushes slightly as he tucks the laptop away in a drawer of his desk. “Thank
you, Suya…” His voice trails off when he turns and gets a very good look at the
woman sitting on his bed. He grabs a tissue from the box on his desk and
holds it to his nose as he adds, “You look stunning… gorgeous. That necklace is
perfect for you!”
Jounouchi’s
blush brightens. “Thank you. Shalara said that it’s pearls and a sapphire, and
I should wear it with this dress.”
Seto pulls
the tissue away from his face after clearing the small trickle of blood. “How
often can I tell you that you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen?”
Jounouchi
stands and walks over to Seto. He presses his chest up to the brunet’s and
smiles. “I suspect you can say it as often as you want.”
“I would
really like to cash in that I.O.U. now,” whispers Seto.
Jounouchi
looks to the side.
“But I
understand that you’re not ready, so just let me hold you for a moment,” says
Seto wrapping his arms around Jounouchi’s delicate waist and stroking him
lightly.
“I swear
you are far too kind to me,” whispers Jounouchi resting his head, and thus his
crown of golden tresses, against Seto’s shoulder. He doesn’t act surprised that
he’s shorter than Seto even in his high heels. Although he is.
“You
deserve every bit of my kindness,” says Seto, “And so much more that I plan to
give you in the future.”
“I could
fall in love with moments like this,” whispers Jounouchi quietly.
Seto
doesn’t speak in fear of frightening Jounouchi with his own words, but he does
squeeze the other boy slightly to him.
“Se… So,
Kaiba, are you ready to go? We should check on Mokuba before we leave,” says
Jounouchi, “and you said our reservations were for seven.”
“Yes, they
are,” says Seto slowly releasing his hold on Jounouchi for the other to step
back, “Now, let’s go say good night to my brother. We might not make it home
before he goes to bed.”
“Are we
really planning on staying out that late?” asks Jounouchi with slightly widened
eyes.
“I don’t
know yet,” says Seto, “but I wouldn’t put it past us tonight. We could go for a
full seven or ten course meal if you wanted.”
Jounouchi
smiles. “Seven courses? How do you have seven courses? How do you have ten?”
“I’ll
explain in the car,” says Seto offering his arm to Jounouchi.
Jounouchi
takes Seto’s arm like a lady and they head out of the bedroom to go downstairs
to where Mokuba sits in the living room watching a movie. “We’re ready to
leave.”
Mokuba
turns towards the pair, and he smiles. “You guys look great! Kat-chan! That
dress is gorgeous! And that necklace looks priceless! You are so beautiful! I’m
jealous! Shalara never gave me a dress like that! And the color goes great with
the outfit I picked out for Seto! I didn’t realize it would be the same shade
of blue!”
“You picked
out Seto’s outfit?” asks Jounouchi eyeing up his date’s clothing once more,
“You made a fine selection!” He releases Seto’s arm to smooth out an
imagined wrinkle in the white jacket.
Seto smiles
and moves his hand to Jounouchi’s waist.
Mokuba
blushes slightly. “I was just picking an outfit that would look good on him,
but I’m glad that it complements your outfit so well.”
“I’m glad
too,” says Jounouchi tensing slightly when Seto’s hand slides down from his waist
to rest on one of his butt cheeks. He swallows hard before relaxing into the
simple touch. “We have to leave now so we don’t miss our dinner reservations.
You behave tonight, and go to bed on time, and we’ll see you in the morning.”
“Are you
planning on spending the night here again?” asks Mokuba with a knowing smile.
“That
depends on your brother,” says Jounouchi, “I won’t sleep with someone who’s
mean to me and keeps calling me a mutt and picking fights with me.”
“I haven’t
called you a mutt since…”
“Since?”
Seto
blushes slightly. “Since we started dating. I thought I’ve been really nice to
you since then. We haven’t been fighting, and I have started calling you puppy
instead of mutt.”
“Well, go
on to dinner,” says Mokuba, “I’m rather tired, so I’ll probably go to bed after
this movie. See you in the morning.”
Seto gives
Jounouchi’s butt a light pat before guiding him out of the room.
“Seto and
Suya sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love. Then comes marriage.
Then comes Suya pushing a baby carriage,” whispers Mokuba in a singsong voice,
“Seto and Suya lying in a bed, F-U-C-K-I-N-G. First comes touch. Then come
kisses. Then comes Seto’s release in Suya’s ass.”
* * *
Seto
doesn’t even bother to look at the menu before he speaks to the waiter, his
French fluent and flowing from his mouth like silk.
Jounouchi
looks on in awe as Seto talks to the waiter.
“C’est
tout. Merci,” says Seto and the waiter nods before heading off.
“I hope you
ordered for me too,” says Jounouchi.
“That
depends on if you mind sharing with me,” says Seto smiling, “I only ordered one
meal, but I requested them not to skimp on portions. It’s a full fourteen
courses, so even with me eating a little off your plate you should still have
plenty to eat.”
“We’re
going to be sharing dinner?” asks Jounouchi.
“Is that a
problem?” asks Seto raising an eyebrow.
Jounouchi
blushes. “No… that’s just very personal. Should I sit closer to you?”
Seto’s cock
twitches and he nods his head.
Carelessly
leaving his purse on his side of the table, Jounouchi moves his chair so that
he sits beside Seto, and his knee brushes up against the other’s knee. “Now…
about these fourteen courses… what are they?”
“We’re
starting off with an appetizer. It’s a Pâté on crackers. Then we get another
appetizer, Escargot. Finally the third appetizer which I’ve ordered stuffed
mushroom caps for us,” says Seto, “Then we get soup. It’s a light broth with
lobster meat.” He smiles when he sees Jounouchi’s fingers counting out the
number of courses. “Next is an entrée, fish with a lemon-basil dressing,
steamed green beans, and chive scalloped potatoes.”
“Yummy,”
whispers Jounouchi licking his painted lips.
“After the
first entrée, we’ll have a lemon gelato to cleanse our palettes for the next
entrée,” says Seto, “which will be chicken with mushrooms, mashed potatoes, and
a flavorful white sauce. Then we have a lime gelato.”
“What’s a
gelato?” asks Jounouchi.
“A gelato
is a general term. Sometimes it’s an iced cream with a light flavoring, or a shaved
ice. Sometimes it’s a gelatin dessert. I believe at this restaurant, we’ll be
receiving lemon shaved ice and lime ice cream,” says Seto, “Although I’ve been
at different restaurants that have served their gelatos in different styles.”
“Oh,” says
Jounouchi.
“Our third
entrée will be breaded and baked chicken, steamed broccoli and cheese sauce,
and au gratin potatoes,” says Seto.
“You’re
making me hungry talking about all this. When do we get the first appetizer?”
asks Jounouchi leaning up against Seto.
Seto looks
up and sees their waiter approaching. “Soon. After the third entrée, we’ll
split a glass of champagne. I’m not trying to get you drunk. Then we get the
salad.”
“Aren’t we
too young to have champagne?” asks Jounouchi.
“You forget
whom you’re dating,” says Seto placing a kiss to Jounouchi’s cheek before their
waiter steps up to them. He turns to look at the waiter with a raised eyebrow.
“I have
brought your refreshment, sir,” says the waiter removing the cork in the bottle
on his tray and filling the glasses with the almost clear liquid. “Your first
course will be out shortly as well.”
“Thank
you,” says Seto as the waiter places the bottle in a bucket of ice on Seto’s
side of the table and moves Jounouchi’s dishes to rest in front of the blond’s
new position at the table.
The waiter
walks away.
“What is
this?” asks Jounouchi delicately lifting his glass to sniff the liquid.
“I’ve asked
him to bring us a bottle of peach juice,” says Seto, “It should have a light
enough flavor that it doesn’t overpower any of the food.”
Jounouchi
takes a small sip and moans pleasurably.
“Yes, so
after the champagne, we have a salad. Then our first dessert is a bowl of
strawberries dipped in white chocolate. Our second dessert is a plate of light,
fluffy pastries. And our final dessert is chocolate mousse,” says Seto.
Jounouchi’s
stomach growls.
The waiter
walks up to the table and places the plate of triangle shaped crackers covered
in a light brown paste with black olive slices on top in front of Seto. “Bon
appetite!”
“Merci,”
says Seto with a brisk nod before the waiter walks away. He moves the
silverware around so that he can place the plate in between them.
“What fork
do we use for this?” whispers Jounouchi.
“Your
fingers,” whispers Seto in return lifting a cracker in hand and taking a small
bite.
Jounouchi
lifts one of the triangles and lightly brushes off the olive before taking a
bite. His eyes widen, and he places a hand over his mouth as he forces himself
to swallow. “What is this?”
“Liver pâté.
Do you not like it?” asks Seto.
“It’s
different. I’ve never had it before,” says Jounouchi before taking another
small bite.
“I know. It
takes some getting used to,” says Seto, “but you don’t have to eat it if you
don’t like it.”
Jounouchi
sticks the last bite of his cracker into his mouth. “I suppose it’s not all
that bad. I mean, it won’t kill me right?”
“I hope
not. I’d much rather you die in bed,” whispers Seto.
“Don’t talk
like that in a restaurant!” hisses Jounouchi. He lifts a cracker and shoves the
entire thing into Seto’s mouth. He takes a cracker and takes a small bite of
it.
Seto just
manages to prevent himself from choking on his cracker, and he sends a mock
glare towards Jounouchi.
Jounouchi
smiles. “I’m sorry.”
“Next time
you feed me, can you be a bit more gentle?” asks Seto.
“Like
this?” asks Jounouchi holding up the last bite of his cracker for Seto to take.
Seto takes
the cracker and kisses Jounouchi’s fingertips before chewing it up.
“Next time,
can we skip the liver?” whispers Jounouchi hopefully.
“Of
course,” says Seto with a nod of his head when he sees their waiter
approaching.
The waiter
comes over to their table quickly and replaces their empty plate with another
plate covered in snails with a special tool to help crack their shells. He
heads away as quickly as he had come.
“Kaiba,
these are snails,” whispers Jounouchi.
“This is
escargot. It’s a French delicacy,” says Seto, “I’ll break them open for you.”
“Good, I
think,” says Jounouchi.
Seto smiles
as he starts to open the snail shells.
Jounouchi
blushes as Seto insists on feeding him.
* * *
“So how
have you enjoyed our dinner so far?” asks Seto as Jounouchi takes the first sip
of the champagne.
“It’s very
nice,” says Jounouchi blushing as Seto takes the glass from him, “I was unsure
of a few things at first. Like the snails, but it wasn’t all that bad. I always
thought the word ‘delicacy’ meant that you had to develop a taste for it
because it wasn’t good. It was a status symbol. So I guess I was wrong.”
Seto takes
a sip and passes the glass back to Jounouchi. “Our salad should be out here
shortly.”
“Yes,” says
Jounouchi taking a sip, “and then we get the best part. Dessert!”
Seto takes
the glass and takes a swallow of champagne. “Would you like to dance with me?”
Jounouchi’s
eyes widen. He takes the glass from Seto and downs the rest of it. “Yes. Let’s
dance!”
Seto stands
and holds out his hand for Jounouchi.
Jounouchi
gives Seto his hand as he rises, and he allows Seto to lead him onto the dance
floor. He doesn’t object when Seto moves his hands into their proper positions
and starts to lead him around the floor in a slightly awkward dance. “I’m
sorry,” he whispers, “I’m not a very good dancer.”
“Just don’t
step on my feet and we’ll be fine,” says Seto pulling Jounouchi closer to his
body.
“Tonight
has been wonderful,” says Jounouchi resting his head on Seto’s shoulder.
“And how
has dinner been? Have you had enough to eat?” whispers Seto.
“I still
have some room left, but we haven’t gone through all the courses either,” says
Jounouchi, “so I should be good.”
When the
song ends, Seto guides Jounouchi back over to their table to the waiting salad.
“So, are
you going to tell me what you want for your birthday?” asks Jounouchi.
“You,”
whispers Seto, “The only gift you could give me is yourself, but you won’t be
able to do that. So there’s nothing you can give me.”
Jounouchi
smiles. “I think I know what to give you then.”
“An I.O.U.
for one night in heaven with you?” asks Seto.
Jounouchi
blushes and eats his share of the salad.
“So, what
kind of costume will you be in for the party?” asks Seto, “I would like to
match my costume to yours.”
“I think
I’m going to go as Kat-chan,” whispers Jounouchi, “but without the wig. So I’ll
probably be in some sort of dress. Maybe even the maid’s uniform, but I don’t
know yet. Or maybe… maybe I’ll get some dress that we could use for role
playing later, and I’ll wear that to the party.”
“I have
this manga that I would like you to read,” says Seto blushing, “Maybe if you
like it, we could use it as a model for role play.”
“Okay, you
got me flabbergasted when you said the word manga,” says Jounouchi, “I didn’t
think you’d have time for such things in your hectic life of Kaiba Corp.”
“I need to
relax too, you know,” says Seto blushing even brighter as the waiter comes out
to bring them the first of their desserts.
Jounouchi
lifts one of the white strawberries and holds it up to Seto’s lips.
Seto opens
his mouth and takes a bite, closing his eyes at the wonderful flavor of white
chocolate and strawberry mixing together in his mouth.
Jounouchi
blushes as he watches Seto enjoy the treat, and he finishes the strawberry.
When Seto
opens his eyes again after swallowing his strawberry, he lifts another and
holds it up to Jounouchi’s lips for the blond to eat.
The young
couple doesn’t need to speak as they enjoy their desserts. They just take turns
feeding each other. And after they finish the chocolate mousse, they take one
more spin around the dance floor before Seto pays the bill with a credit card
and escorts Jounouchi out of the restaurant to the waiting limo.
Jounouchi
cuddles up against Seto as they head away from the restaurant. He giggles. “I
haven’t ever felt so full leaving a restaurant that wasn’t all-you-can-eat!”
“I’m glad
you’re happy,” says Seto wrapping his arms around Jounouchi, “What would you
like to do now?”
“Do you
happen to have a ballroom at your mansion?” asks Jounouchi.
“Of course
I do. We hold parties there,” says Seto, “Why?”
“Can we go
there and continue dancing? I’m not very good, but I like being held in your
arms like that,” says Jounouchi.
“I would
like that too,” says Seto, “What do you think about us going out to a nightclub
next weekend? We’ll go out dancing and have a good time just holding each other
and acting crazy!”
“That
sounds like a blast!” exclaims Jounouchi smiling widely, “Let’s do that! It’ll
be so much fun! How good are you at dirty dancing?”
Seto chokes
on the air in his lungs. “What?”
Jounouchi
blushes. “Dirty dancing… bumping, grinding, feeling up your dance partner’s
private places…”
Seto groans
as his cock twitches. “I swear you say things like that to taunt me!”
“I do not!”
“Really?”
asks Seto, “Then would you like to feel up some of my private places now?”
Jounouchi
tightens his legs together before wrapping his arms around Seto so that one
hand rests on his stomach just above his crotch. “I’m not gay, just a little
curious…”
Seto groans
as Jounouchi’s hand slides down to cup his crotch, and his cock jumps to life.
“Curiosity’s good.”
Jounouchi
blushes, but he still feels up the organ hidden beneath the fabric of Seto’s
pants.
Seto moans
and closes his eyes.
Jounouchi
slides his body closer to Seto’s as his own cock twitches a little. His eyes
widen when he realizes his body’s reacting in a similar manner as Seto’s. He
releases his grip on Seto with a whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Seto bites
his lip to silence a groan of frustration. He takes a deep breath and opens his
eyes to see Jounouchi sitting on the opposite side of the car from him, shaking
noticeably. “It’s okay, Suya. I understand. I’ll need a few moments before I
can meet you in the ballroom though.”
“Yeah,”
says Jounouchi, “Me too, I think.”
“Are you
still curious?” asks Seto.
“I don’t
know what I am,” whispers Jounouchi.
“If you’d
rather, we don’t have to continue dancing tonight,” says Seto.
“I want to
dance. I want you to hold me,” says Jounouchi.
“Then come
back over here and I’ll hold you again.”
“You’re not
mad at me?”
“Why should
I be mad?”
“Because I
didn’t finish what I started,” whispers Jounouchi.
“I would
never be mad about that,” says Seto moving closer to Jounouchi and pulling the
blond into his arms, “I’m frustrated and horny, but I’m not mad. I was actually
surprised that you’d even take me up on my offer. I hadn’t thought you would
yet, so it doesn’t surprise me that you weren’t ready to go all the way.”
Jounouchi
sighs. “I think I owe you another I.O.U.”
“Worry
about that later,” says Seto kissing Jounouchi’s cheek.
“Se… Kaiba,”
moans Jounouchi tilting his head to the side.
Seto kisses
the newly exposed neck and makes a line of kisses from the blond’s ear to the
shoulder.
Jounouchi’s
cock stands up and starts to harden from Seto’s delicate ministrations upon his
sensitive skin.
The limo
pulls to a stop outside of the Kaiba Mansion.
Jounouchi
fumbles with the door handle and opens the door. He slides out of Seto’s arms
and climbs from the back of the vehicle. He takes a deep breath of the night
air.
Seto climbs
out of the limo. “I will need a moment’s reprise in my room. Will you meet me
at the bottom of the stairs?”
“Yeah.”
Jounouchi nods. He rushes into the mansion and heads up to his bedroom.
Seto enters
the mansion and heads to his own room where he enters the bathroom and closes
the door before dropping his pants and the white thong he wears beneath. He
grabs his erect cock and starts to stroke himself to completion, finishing the
job Jounouchi started in the limo. He quietly calls out Jounouchi’s name
“Katsuya” as his release explodes all over his hand and the towel rack he
faces. He grabs a towel from the rack and uses the clean, reverse side to wipe
himself clean. Then he throws all the sullied towels into his hamper and
straightens his clothing on himself again.
* * *
Jounouchi
locks himself in his bathroom and pulls his dress up around his waist to pull
off his blue lace bikini, which is feeling rather uncomfortable due to the
erection he sports. He grabs his cock and strokes it, making it harder and
bringing himself closer to his orgasm. His mind replays memories of himself and
Seto as he masturbates and releases into his shower stall. “Seto…”
Jounouchi
washes his hands and his lower body before he puts his underwear back on and
heads out of his bathroom. He hurries downstairs to see a composed Seto already
waiting for him. “Sorry to make you wait.”
Seto
shrugs. “It gives me time to think.”
“About
what?”
“About how
beautiful you’ll be when I see you next,” says Seto taking Jounouchi into an
embrace, “Do you feel better now?”
Jounouchi
blushes and nods. “And you?”
“I feel
much better,” says Seto, “Would you like to dance with me?”
“Yes!”
Seto leads
Jounouchi into the ballroom, and he turns on the stereo mounted into the wall.
Then he takes Jounouchi into his arms.
“What all
dances do you know? Do you know how to tango? Cha-cha?” asks Jounouchi.
“Yes. I
took ballroom dancing classes shortly after I was adopted. Would you like me to
teach you?” asks Seto.
Jounouchi
nods.
“Let’s
start with the simple waltz, and then we’ll move to the complicated waltz.”
“Great!”
exclaims Jounouchi, and they dance.
And they
dance, and they dance until the early morning hours when they head up to their
rooms to shower, and in Jounouchi’s case dress. It’s almost four in the morning
when Jounouchi crawls into Seto’s bed and cuddles up beside him.
Seto wraps
his arms around Jounouchi and pulls him up right beside his flesh. He kisses
his boyfriend’s forehead before resting his head on his pillow.
“Good
night, Kaiba,” whispers Jounouchi giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “Sleep
well.”
“Considering
the time of night it is, I’m sure I’ll sleep well, but the company is bound to
help,” says Seto smiling, “Sweet dreams, puppy.”
Jounouchi
smiles and rests his head on Seto’s shoulder before closing his eyes.
Seto closes
his eyes and squeezes Jounouchi once before allowing sleep to welcome him into
the land of dreams.
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