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How to Raise a Well-Mannered Puppy	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own or profit in any way from Yu-Gi-Oh
A/N: Thanks to Corvin, nicky, kittkatcassy, Tani Barton, maggiemay, takky, icestar, Kodachi ∧ yukiko for the feedback! Glad I managed to get some of you all hot and bothered. I was concerned about adding light bondage to the mix ...
A little background -- there is some theory in dog-training that in order to completely dominate your pet, you should be able to force him to lay quietly and allow you to touch him everywhere and anywhere. Dunno, I thought it would be a bit too kinky to include that passage ... but that's where my freaky little mind was ...
Anyhow, I thought I would be able to keep it light and fluffy, but what's a good story or relationship for that matter, without any angst? BORRRING! So without any more ado, I present
CHAPTER 8
It was his hunger that woke him. It took several moments for Jou to acclimate to where he was. Kaiba Seto's bed. With him. The sun had gone down, the room was dark, illuminated only by the LED numbers of an alarm clock broadcasting the time as 8:51, and silent except for the soft steady breaths of the sleeping boy next to him.
"Shit!" He swore quietly. It was late. He needed to call home, leave a message letting his father know where he was. The elder Jounouchi had recently picked up a second shift job at a Toshiba plant, so there was no chance that he'd be home yet, but just in case he decided to check in on his son, Jou thought it would be a good idea to leave a message on their answering machine. Better late than never. As he listened to Kaiba's even breathing, he let his mind wander back through the past few waking hours, shivering with delight.
He hadn't been convinced that he would enjoy being tied up, but Kaiba, that's still how he thought of him, 'Seto' still foreign to his tongue, had made it more than worth his while. Hell, Jou never thought he'd get to first base with Kaiba, let alone let him dominate him so totally. That he would so thoroughly get off on it. Kaiba was so unbelieveably HOT, sexiness just oozed out of the pores of his skin. And the things he could do with that mouth of his, when it wasn't tossing insults Jou's way ... he was becoming hard again just thinking about it.
He smiled to himself, after he'd left a message for his dad, he'd see about evening the score ... maybe before he called home.
No! Phone. Home. Now. He needed to find a telephone. He gently shook the other boy by his shoulder. "Kai--Seto, are you awake? I need to make a phone call."
"Hmmmfff." he replied, burying his head into his pillow. Jou slid his hands down Kaiba's naked back over the delicious curves of his ass.
"No really, I hafta call my dad." He worked his hands back up, caressing the ridges and flat planes of his shoulder blades.
"Mmm. That feels good." Kaiba sighed. He reached out and switched on the bedside lamp. Turned over and sat up, felt his stomach grumble at its emptiness.
"After you make your phone call," he said, rising from the bed, "we'll have something to eat. You must be hungry."
"Umm, yah. Food would be good." Jou caught the cell phone that Kaiba tossed in his direction, watched hungrily as Kaiba disappeared throught the other doorway in the room and flicked on a light.
As Jou dialed his number, he heard the flush of a toilet. His father answered the phone on the fourth ring.
"Hellllloo?" He slurred.
"Dad it's--" Jou's mind began to race. His father was home. Not at work.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" His father was murderously drunk.
Jou felt shivers coursing through his body, radiating from a cold pit in his stomach. He was no longer hungry.
"I--I'm at a friend's house. W-we were studying--"
"YOU LYING SONOFABITCH! I called all your friends. No one knew where you were!"
He felt the old fears crawling across his skin. He knew he had to get home, yet dreaded the monster that awaited him.
"I'm at a teammate's house, Kaiba Seto. Dad, why are you home? What happened?" He hedged his bet that if his father was drunk enough, he'd be passed out before Jou entered the apartment.
"FUCKIN' BASTARDS LAID ME OFF!" He heard the sound of glass breaking.
"Dad listen, I'm on my way home, I'll be there as soon as I can--"
"YA BETTER GET YOUR ASS HOME YA STUPID PIECE OF SH--" Jou hung up the phone, and sat still in the big bed for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Kaiba's voice cut through the silence.
Jou jumped out of bed, grabbing at his clothes that had been so carelessly discarded. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. He hurriedly dressed, but Kaiba caught him, pulled him into an embrace.
"Are you okay, Katsuya?" Jou avoided his eyes, he was near panic, mind racing at the scene that awaited him at home.
"I've got ta get home, it's late. I'll see ya tomorrow." He pulled away and continued dressing under Kaiba's watchful stare.
"Let me drive you home."
Jou looked up at him quickly, and Kaiba caught panic in his eyes briefly, before his face assumed his street-wise look. Kaiba realized Jou was covering something.
"Nah, I'm gonna time myself running back, so next time we race, I beat your ass."
"In your dreams, Puppy."
"I'll be dreaming, but it won't be about that." He kissed Kaiba chastely on the cheek, lips softly lingering, as his hands feathered down Kaiba's ribcage. "Now, can ya help me find my stuff and my way outta here?"
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As he ran, he got angry. He tried to concentrate on all the things he'd been practicing, pacing, breathing, stride, but he was consumed with a blistering rage.
This was just so goddamned unfair. He'd been working so hard for months to rise out of the mediocrity that he'd thought would be his lot in life. He had just had one of the best nights of his life with someone he never dreamed would give him a second glance. At least it had been the best sex. Now his old man had to ruin it all by getting laid off and falling off the wagon. Getting laid off in itself was a bad thing. It had taken his dad months to land it. But burying his troubles in the bottle, that was inexcusable.
And here came Jou to the rescue. To be his nursemaid, his confessor, his punching bag.
His feet hit the pavement harder. He was kidding himself to believe that his life would ever amount to anything more than a caretaker to his father as he slowly drank himself to death. There was no college in his future, no career. There was no future for him beyond the walls of that apartment and the role of caretaker that had been foisted upon him.
He was at the door to his building. Reaching for his keys, considering once again what lay ahead. He was curiously calm, no longer fearful, anger slowly draining away. He was no longer the frightened child, no tonight he would be a man, stand up for himself. He sprinted up the four flights to his apartment.
He ;.let himself in quietly. Hoping to see his father sprawled out on the couch, sleeping it off. Instead to eyes glowered at him from the easy chair.
"Hey dad," Jou said softly.
"Where tha FUCK you been?" He was on top of Jou before he could respond. Pressing him against the back of the door, hands pinning Jou's shoulders down. It never ceased to amaze him how little being drunk impaired his father's motor coordination.
Desperately hanging on to the calm that had settled over him, Jou replied softly, patiently. "Like I told ya before, Dad. I was studying at a friend's house." He felt his father's hands tighten, smelled the stale cigarettes and alcohol on his breath, noticed his bloodshot eyes narrow dangerously.
"An' I told you that you were lyin', ya sonofabitch!" He exploded as he backhanded Jou hard, the horseshoe ring he wore for good luck ripping a gash
along Jou's cheek.
The familiar sting, the harbinger of the beating that was sure to come fueled the anger that had been dormant. Still, Jou tried to be reasonable.
He grabbed his father's wrist as he saw him wind it up for the punch that was sure to follow.
"Dad, stop. You promised me you wouldn't hit me anymore," he said futilely, his voice rising.
"Don't you fucking backtalk me!" He eluded Jou's grasp and landed a punch squarely on his injured cheek, the force of the blow slamming Jou's head against the door.
White sparks flashed in front of Jou's eyes, the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
He'd had enough.
He wasn't going to take it any more, wasn't going to stand defenseless, absorbing his father's drunken rage until he'd worn himself out and collapsed into self-pity, begging Jou's forgiveness. He was done with that.
He pushed his father back hard, and the surprise of it, combined with his drunken state, knocked the older man off his feet. He landed hard on his back, Jou straddling him. He looked up into his son's eyes, a mixture of surprise and confusion on his face, body momentarily frozen with shock.
"I HATE YOU, YA FUCKING BASTARD!" Jou's mouth contorted in a scream as he began to pummel his father's face. "I HATE HER TOO! Fah leaving me here WITH YOU," he hissed, the anger welling up. "I HATE YOU ALL and I WISH YOU WERE DEAD! I HATE EVERY TIME I'VE HAD TA BAIL YOUR ASS OUT OF TROUBLE! EVERY DAMN THING I'VE HAD TA DO TA SAVE YOUR SORRY SOUL! Ya promised me it would get better, you would BE better BUT YOU LIED! One little setback Dad, IS ALL the EXCUSE YA NEED!" Tears were flowing freely, unnoticed by Jou as his pent-up rage fueled his fists.
He responded to the pain of the blows first by covering his face, but as his son's words sunk in, he was filled with remorse, and suddenly sober. He grabbed Jou, crushing him close, to stop the beating, but also because as the alcohol-induced haze lifted, he was once again aware of all the damage his drunkeness had inflicted on his son. He was humiliated in the knowledge that his wife had left him because of his drinking, and was losing his son for the same reason.
He loved Jou more than life itself, yet how could even HE believe it, when the siren's call of the bottle would always tempt him, then turn on him.
Jou was crying on his shoulder now. His blood and tears soaking into his shirt. He wiped his own nose, aware of its bloodiness. He pulled them both up into a sitting position, cradling his son in his lap. He was crying now too. Remembering how happy he was the day Jou was born. The immense amount of love that had coursed through him as he held his helpless son in his arms. All the promises he had whispered in his firstborn's ear. Every one of them broken, a path of broken dreams that wended through both their lives.
"What have I done to you," he asked brokenly. "I love you more than--"
"Don't you fucking say anything ta me," Jou snarled, pulling away.
He wrapped his arm around Jou's shoulder in a hug.
"Get the fuck offa me!" His father's arms dropped away, but neither he nor Jou moved apart.
"Katsuya," he said softly, "Please ... you don't understand. I can't help ..."
Jou's thoughts drifted away, he was filled with self-loathing. He's slipped to his father's level. He was no better than his old man. He deserved him, deserved everything he got from him. He had sworn to himself he would never raise a hand to his father, even as he'd joined a gang and taken immense pleasure in bullying and beating the shit out of other kids.
Then he'd met Yuugi. Yuugi had saved him from that life, had taught him what true friendship was. And he'd repaid Yuugi with undying loyalty. Their bond, a thread that Jou grasped on to tightly as he negotiated the shadows that always pulled at him, beckoning him back to his old ways.
"... someday when you have children, my grandchildren--"
He laughed bitterly. If he wanted to hurt his father, to sever their sick codependency completely, he had all the amunition he needed.
"When I have children?" He interrupted. As if. "Hah. Well I gotta newsflash for ya. You ain't gonna be seeing any grandchildren from ME." He smiled bitterly at the surprise on his father's face, the blood trickling out of his nose turning Jou's stomach, reminding him of how low he had sunk.
"You're RIGHT Dad," he continued. "I WAS lying to ya. I wasn't over any friend's house STUDYING, I was BUSY, taking it up the ass. And I liked, it--no--I. Loved. It. Every minute of it." He let the words sink in, carefully watching his father's face for any betrayal, scanning his body for any movement that would indicate another beating.
"Yah, that's right, Dad. Your son's a faggot. A flaming homo. I like being screwed by other guys." He waited for the blows, the tirade that never came.
He let the shock of his son's words sink in. Why should this matter, he wondered. Did Katsuya think he would love him any less because of his admission?
"It's okay Katsuya--"
"It's okay? That's all ya can say? GO TO FUCKING HELL!" He was standing up now, running toward his bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.
Isao watched his son disappear from view. Sadly considered the confession he'd spat out in anger, considering the hell he had forced upon his son.
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