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- 7
- 8
Title: Thirst 8/8
Author: Ykarzel
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: S/J
Beta: Brittany, a recovered lurker ^-^
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: I do not own them. I
just abuse them. The day I make money for it I�ll quit cleaning houses.
Summary: Though he�s always there to
sate Jou�s hunger, Seto finds himself with a Thirst of his own.
Note: Could be seen as chapter 8 or
the epilogue of the series, either way.
At some point, when his
mouth wasn't full, Jou was going to make a bad joke about ~how~ Seto learned to type with one hand.

As it was, he was having a
hard enough time relaxing his throat enough to breathe shallowly through his
nose. He was light headed, but the fist clenched at the back of his neck did
not allow him to pull back and take a real breath, no matter how often he
gagged and sputtered. He tried to calm down, forced himself to smile to repress
his gag reflex, and in turn quell the nausea in his stomach from repeatedly
choking. He tried to shift to lessen the cramping in his calves and the
pressure on his renewed erection. He'd already gotten off once, coming down his
pant leg when Seto first started typing; now cooled and sticky on his leg.
There was very little room for him to move under the desk, and the awkward
angle made his calves cramp. He knew he simply had to wait, his chin pressed
against Seto's balls, the edge of the zipper pressed painfully against his
cheek, until the other was ready to stop working.

There was a knock on the
door to Seto's office. The typing ceased abruptly and the fist on Jou�s neck
pulled his head back, allowing him to take a gasping breath. A swift pinch to
his ear told him he�d be allowed to breathe only because he couldn�t be trusted
not to sputter, and warned him to be silent now.� He rested his cheek on Seto�s knee, silently
telling him that he would be quiet.� Both
of Seto�s hands moved to the keyboard, and resumed typing.

�Come in.�

The door opened with a
whisper of air.� Jou was very glad that
Seto�s desk had a solid front, and faced the door, meaning he was completely
hidden unless somebody came and stood behind Seto.

�Sir?� said a pleasant
female voice. �I have those figures you asked for.�

�Excellent.�

The following conversation
between the woman and Seto was over Jou�s head, literally and figuratively, and
he quickly grew bored. Especially with Seto�s perfect cock hovering by his
face. He couldn�t believe how long Seto had held out. He was suddenly back on
the floor of the theatre bathroom, remembering the first time he�d seen that
example of perfection, remembering how it was obvious that Seto was painfully
hard and yet entirely controlled.

Reaching out with his tongue, Jou licked the wet trail
leaking from the head.

He heard Seto�s conversation end abruptly
mid-sentence.

�Sir?�

�Pardon,� Seto answered. �Something occurred to me.�
The conversation continued.

Encouraged, or at least not reprimanded, Jou slowly swirled
his tongue around head and used his free hands to quietly undo his jeans,
releasing some of the pain from his own erection. The smell of his previous
climax flooded the small space under the desk.

He was reminded again of the Tea Room, the presence of
the woman in the room keeping Jou where he was as effectively as the stall wall
had.� It was just his mouth and Seto�s
dick.

That in mind, he did something he hadn�t had to do in
a long time � he tried.� Recently, as their
relationship grew and Seto came to understand his twisted sexuality, Jou
usually found himself a non-participant at least every other day � one orifice
or the other being used for Seto�s pleasure. He�d never been happier or more
sated, but it honestly required very little work from him to sit and take it.
Honestly, he�d had more to do during that three day stint of vanilla they�d
tried.

Now, his mind flooded with the memories of the Tea
Room when he�d had to work to please the unknown man in front of him, he pulled
out all the stops.

�Sir?�

�I,� Seto started, and then cut off abruptly when Jou
flicked his tongue on the ridge of his cock.

�Sir?� the woman asked again, her voice sounding
concerned.

�Would you excuse me, please?� Seto asked, and Jou was
~impressed~. He didn�t even sound
strained, he sounded calm.� He sucked
hard around the head, hoping to break that control.

�Sir?� she asked once more; a broken record. This time
she sounded confused.

�Excuse me,� Seto said firmly, his voice falling into
his borderline threatening tone that meant he would not be questioned.

�Yes, sir,� she said quickly, and Jou cringed when he
heard the door shut. He was in trouble and he knew it.

Both of Seto�s hands reached under the desk and his
fingers threaded together behind Jou�s head. Pressing his thumbs expertly into
the hitch of Jou�s jaw to force his mouth painfully open, Seto forced Jou�s
throat to take his cock to the hilt.

Jou gagged harshly, the nausea he�d fought so hard
against returning in force. He focused all his attention on not getting sick.
He didn�t bother to breathe.

Seto was unrelenting, he spread his knees as far as
the desk would allow and used his hands on Jou�s head to rock and thrust into
the heat.� Jou felt lightheaded, and for
a moment wondered if Seto would notice if he passed out. The thought nearly
made him come again.

Jou felt the muscles in Seto�s thighs tense, and knew
what was coming. The hands behind his head tightened, shoving his nose
painfully against Seto�s body. He could feel the hot seed spray down his throat
and instinctively knew not to inhale.� As
it was the back of his throat would already sting for hours.

Seto rode out his orgasm, his hands twisting painfully
at Jou�s hair. As the last of the aftershocks shook him he released Jou�s hair
and pushed his face back.

His throat suddenly empty, Jou coughed harshly and
swallowed.� It burned from the abuse and
Seto�s seed, his lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, and he was still fighting
the urge to be sick. He was so turned on he thought he might explode.

Seto used his feet to wheel his chair backwards.� He looked down, taking in the sight of Jou
squeezed under the desk, his hair matted with sweat, his face pink from
choking, and his erection standing tall out of his open fly. �Jou panted heavily, attempting to recover.
Seto chewed on his bottom lip and stroked himself, wanting to work himself back
up and, with the erotic vision in front of him, already succeeding.

Jou knew he was being watched, studied even, and
didn�t dare to look up. He shifted; his erection painful and his muscles
complaining bitterly.

�Touch yourself,� Seto ordered, his tone the same he�d
used on the woman.� Jou shuddered in
response to the voice, grabbing himself with one hand. He wanted release so
badly.

�But do not finish,� Seto added, a cruel smirk in his
voice.

Jou whimpered, losing his balance and tipping over
against the inside of the desk. He squeezed the base of his own cock, staving
off a release he�d been so close to simply because Seto was giving him orders.

Seto enjoyed the show while he recovered from his
first orgasm, watching Jou repeatedly bring himself to the edge and then
resisting.� He could feel interest the
return to his groin.

�Taste yourself,� he ordered, his tone changing to
something slightly huskier.

Jou followed the order, gathering some of the liquid
from his leaking head on his two fingers and bringing them to his lips. He
didn�t mind the taste of himself, though it had nothing on Seto�s.� Still, he lapped at the fingers
enthusiastically, knowing that it wasn�t about him or if he liked it; he was
here for Seto�s pleasure.

Seto groaned under his breath at the erotic sight in
front of him. He was more than ready. �Up,� he ordered, keeping his voice calm
and controlled but not trusting himself to manage it for more than the one
word.

Jou fell forward onto his hands to crawl out from
under the desk.� When he tried to stand,
his legs refused. He�d spent too much time kneeling for his knees to hold his
weight.� Falling, he grabbed Seto�s desk,
and used it to drag himself in the upright position.

Seto resisted the urge to help him. Jou managed to get
up, using both arms on the desk behind him to support his weight.� His jeans slipped further down his hips,
exposing pale thighs.� Seto was not sure
he could manage another word with the same amount of control, so he simply
twirled his finger in a silent order for Jou to turn around.

Jou did so, using his arms to support his weight as he
turned himself to face Seto�s desk. He leaned over it and let his arms give
out, collapsing on top of it, just to the left of the keyboard and
monitor.�

Jou�s jeans slid the rest of the way down, catching
around his ankles.� His elbows and
forehead braced on the cool cherry surface of Seto�s desk, he lifted one of his
legs, pulling the foot free of the sneaker and jeans at the same time.

He heard Seto finally get up out of his office chair,
heard him step out of his slacks and pick them up off the floor, but he sensed
more than heard Seto come up behind him.

Seto used his foot to kick out Jou�s free ankle,
causing him to collapse entirely on the desk. He used a palm on either globe of
Jou�s ass to spread the cheeks, his fingers digging into Jou�s hips to drag him
backwards, putting him at a more comfortable angle.

Seto thrust into him.�
Jou took it easily, now very experienced at relaxing himself for Seto�s
treatment. He�d learned that if he wanted preparation, he�d have to do it
himself before they were in the same room. He tried to balance on his tip toes,
Seto�s bruising grip on his hips pulling him in the air. His face was taking
the brunt if his weight. He grunted as Seto set a brutal pace, driving his face
into the wood with each thrust. His thighs smacked against the edge of the desk
each time one of his toes lost their precarious balance on the floor. He knew
he�d have bruises tomorrow. Seto�s complete lack of concern for Jou�s comfort
made a familiarly sinful warmth spread from his stomach. The shame and sinful
pleasure of being used.

�You�re such a good little whore,� Seto said coolly,
releasing one hand off Jou�s hip to pinch roughly at one ass cheek.

Jou screamed as his release shot across the desk, his
back arching despite the position he was held in. He gasped for breath, feeling
like he was drowning in the shame and the pleasure it gave him.� Seto ignored the outburst. He continued to
thrust into the pliant body below him, taking his time as the pressure began to
build below his navel.

Getting closer, Seto began to thrust harder, losing
some of his coordination. Jou groaned in response as his body was smashed into
the desk with more force. He stifled a sob as a particularly hard jerk from
Seto caused the desk to push his teeth into his bottom lip, slicing it open.
Tears joined the collection of bodily fluids on Seto�s desk.

Seto threw his head back, the sight of Jou brought to
tears bordering on too much for him. He stared at the ceiling and concentrated
on the tight heat around him, the willing body beneath him; willing being the
key.

He planted both his feet as he came, using his hold on
Jou�s hips to drag the blonde back against him, releasing his seed as deep
inside of Jou as he could manage.� He
held still while his body shook with the force of his second orgasm, the
pleasure that bordered on pain spilling out of him.

When he trusted himself to move, he pulled out of Jou
and dropped him back onto the desk. He�d learned that Jou needed a few minutes
to feel abandoned. He used to time to retreat to the bathroom attached to his
office, cleaning himself up and wetting a towel to use on Jou and probably his
desk as well.

Jou lay on the desk and tried to catch his breath,
slowly becoming aware of his surroundings again. He could feel something
digging into his chest he was pretty sure was a pen.� Staring at the cherry surface, he noticed
little crescent marks in the glossy finish from his fingernails. He wondered
idly if they were from this time or the last time. He didn�t remember making
them this time.

Hesitant hands on his shoulders announced Seto�s
return.� He groaned and allowed Seto to
help him up, untangle his leg from his pants and remaining shoe, and then
stumble over to the couch on the side of the room.� Seto supported most of his weight with an arm
around his side.

�Seto eased him
down gently on the couch and then sat beside him. Cupping the battered face, he
carefully set to washing the blood away from Jou�s broken lip and off his chin
and the cheek where it had smeared.

�Thanks,� Jou said thickly, reaching out with his
tongue to swipe the swollen lip. Seto did him one better and leaned in to kiss
him softly, soothing the now closed cut with his own tongue.

Jou melted into the kiss. The hot shame that pooled in
his stomach and ached between his shoulders was fading, but being replaced with
the gentle balm of love and understanding. He allowed Seto to pull him into his
lap as their lips broke apart.

�What happened, Jou?� Seto asked, trying to detangle
some of the knots that he was pretty sure were his fault from the blonde locks.
�You haven�t ~needed~ it like that in
a long time.�

Jou groaned, hiding his face in Seto�s chest.� �I ~know~.
It was Yugi�s fault.�

�Yugi?� Seto asked,
confused.

�And Otogi,� Jou elaborated,
his words muffled by the soft cotton of Seto�s shirt. He pulled back slightly
so he could speak.� �We were having lunch
and the conversation ended up on you and me.�
Of course, the first second he gets Honda launches into how he ~still~ thinks it�s a bad idea. And then Yugi had to defend you.�

�Defend me?� Seto asked, mildly amused.

Jou nodded, and paused his story for a moment to kiss
Seto�s neck. �Because you came along to dinner last week.� Yugi watched you
like a hawk, I guess.� So he starts in on
this whole ~speech~; about how well
you treat me, how we�re true partners, how you really respect me, with Anzu nodding along the whole time. � Jou groaned. �And that
would have been fine, I could have laughed it off, until Otogi
had to make a wisecrack about how he�d settle for sloppy seconds when you were
done slumming.�

Seto chuckled, giving up on Jou�s tangled hair as it
seemed beyond help, or at least what he could do with his fingers. �And that
made you come all the way down town to sneak into my office in the middle of
the day?�

�It�s hardly sneaking when you ~gave~ me the access key. I know you�ve been busy with the quarterly
but I figured you wouldn�t mind, or you would and ignore me and it�d work
anyway.�

Seto chuckled again, even after the past few months
still unable to fully understand what made Jou tick.� He drew the other into another round of
gentle kisses, mindful of Jou�s lip even as he deepened the kiss and drank his
fill. �This certainly wasn�t how I expected to spend my lunch,� Seto said
against Jou�s cheek after a moment.

�I know,� Jou said, pulling back and looking
chagrinned. ��And I know that was a bit
much for you. I�m-� he cut off abruptly when Seto kissed him again, not quite
so mindful of his lip this time.� He
broke away and pressed his lips against Jou�s ear.

�I thought we�d agreed no more apologies for anything
we both enjoy,� Seto said seriously, softening the statement by tugging gently
on Jou�s earlobe with his teeth.

�I was gonna say,� Jou
gibed, �I�m gonna make it up to you when you get
home. That is, if you ever get to come home, now that I�ve kept you from work
all afternoon.�

Seto grinned, which Jou could feel against his check.
�How?�

�I hadn�t thought about it yet. I promised the kid I�d
take him out for pizza, cause I knew you weren�t gonna
make if for dinner.�� Jou thought for a
moment, worrying his abused lip between his teeth, unknowingly causing a warm
flush through Seto as he remembered their first kiss.� He couldn�t help but repeat his action from
that day, using his thumb to free the lip from Jou�s teeth and replacing it
with his own.

�The hot tub,� Jou said definitively when they�d
finally parted again. �Maybe I can get you to relax a little bit.�

Seto kissed him again, freely drinking in as much of
Jou as he pleased. His hands on the blonde�s back slid up under the shirt that
had somehow managed to stay on the entire afternoon. He caressed the hidden skin.

�The last time we tried that,� Seto said, raining
kisses down Jou�s neck, �I nearly drowned you.�

Jou chuckled at the memory. �Hey, that one�s all on
you. I was actually being sweet that night.�

Seto punished his laughter by sucking on Jou�s collarbone,
doing his best to leave one bruise on Jou�s body given without pain.� Jou�s breath hitched and he moaned slightly.
�Careful Seto, you�ll get me all worked up again.�

�And?� Seto asked, wrapping his arms around Jou in a
possessive hug.

�And, then you�ll be here past midnight, and I�ll be
so exhausted I�ll be sound asleep by the time you come to bed.� He pulled away
enough to look Seto in the eye.�
�Seriously, I�m covered in come and you�re at work. Let�s be romantic
later, alone, in your room, okay?�

Seto acquiesced, giving Jou one more long kiss before
helping him to stand up. �Why don�t you go grab a shower? There�s a change of
clothes for you in the bottom drawer by the sink. I have a highly offended
secretary to soothe.�

Jou grinned and kissed Seto�s nose. �Alright. You go
run the world, I�ll go run water.� He turned toward the bathroom.

Smirking, Seto reached out and gave Jou�s still bare
ass another pinch to echo his one from earlier.�
Without slowing, Jou gave Seto the finger over his shoulder, pulled off
his shirt and obstinately dropped it on the floor before reaching the bathroom.

Seto redressed and stuffed Jou�s discarded clothing a
bag to take home. After wiping off the desk with the towel he�d used on Jou�s
face, he slid all of things back into the correct place, noting that the
digital clock had been knocked off at some point and was not salvageable.� He folded his hands, knowing he should call
his secretary in but not sure yet what to say to her. Listening to the shower
run in the other room, he decided he was too sated to care.

[End Notes: It�s over. Four years later.� When I first set out to write thirst, years
ago, it was with the intent to �fix� Jou.�
After establishing his addiction in Hunger I set out to cure it.� I suppose I was young and believed in the
power of true love? *snort* When I came back to Thirst, I simply didn�t believe
it anymore. So I decided to show something much more believable � a relationship
that requires balance, effort, and understanding to survive, where both
participants need something different from it. Maybe, when I am less generally
sick of the whole story, I will rewrite the early chapters of Thirst so that
they fit better with the later chapters. There�s also a chance someday I might
write the �inbetween� chapters of seven and eight �
but not for a while. I�m glad to let this go, now. Thanks for sticking with
it.]
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