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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 yukiko, Lennith, nicky, Kodachi, kitkattcassy, Schwarzwald, Geuna and Celestial Angel, all your feedback is much appreciated!
This will probably be the last update for the week ... I've a ton of work and schoolwork to get to before finals ... hopefully this will wrap up next week and I can start on the next idea I've been mulling over.
CHAPTER 9
Kaiba lay back on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. The smell of sex still permeated the air of his bedroom, musk mingling with the generic floral of the lubricant. The warmth of Jou's body still lingered on his sheets.
It was only supposed to be a diversion, a challenge, he reflected. To see how much submission he could wrest out of the other boy. So why now did he feel somehow that it was he who had lost control? When Jou left, why did it feel that a piece of him followed him out the door? He felt strangely empty and alone.
He hadn't planned for the other boy to get under his skin, to invade his thoughts unbidden. To fit his body like a glove. He hadn't expected their lovemaking to feel so right, so complete. He'd imagined it would be good--Jou's hotheadedness could only translate into a responsive lover--but not ... addicting. Because that's how it felt, as he lay there craving Jou's touch once more.
He rolled on his stomach, looked down at the sleeping form of Kobi lying on the floor next to his bed. Mokuba was Kobi's favorite playmate, but at the end of the day, he always sought out Kaiba to lie near, to watch over.
He'd truly become the dog's master.
* * *
It had been three days since Jounouchi had been in school, and Mr. Kitano was more than a little concerned. He had been doing so well in the months since they'd struck their deal, he hadn't missed a day of school or practice, and his grades had done a complete turnaround.
He caught up with Kaiba in the locker room after practice. "Mr. Kaiba, I need to see you in my office."
Kaiba sat down in the chair in front of the coach's desk. "Have you spoken with Katsuya recently?" Mr. Kitano asked.
"No, not since Monday afternoon," he replied cooly.
"Did anything happen between you two after I left?"
Kaiba gazed past his coach, through the window behind him, out over the football field encircled by the running track. Did anything happen, he thought. No, not really. We just had amazing, mind-blowing sex, and then he left.
"We went back to my house for a while and lost track of time. He saw it was late and said he had to get home." He shifted his gaze back to the teacher.
"Did he seem nervous or upset?"
"Not at first. But then he called his father to leave a message, and apparently he was already home. I didn't hear the entire conversation, but he did seem to be in a rush to get home afterwards," he paused. "Do you think something is the matter?"
"I'd be lying to you if I said I wasn't concerned. Katsuya has been doing so well lately, I'd hate to see him backslide and lose the opportunity for any scholarships he might be eligible for. It seemed he was turning his life around."
Kaiba looked at him evenly. He knew Kitano was trying to tell him something, hinting at it. "Do you want me to check on him?" He asked.
He thought about it for a moment. "Yes, the school has been unable to contact Katsuya or his father. If you could look into it, see that he is okay, I'd be grateful."
* * *
He had his telephone number in memory on his cell from the call Jou had made to his father. He Googled the number and found his home address. It was in the worst part of the city--a true slum--not far from the orphanage he and Mokuba had lived at before Gozaburo adopted them.
The orphanage. He thought back to his time there almost fondly. It was where the last vestiges of his childhood were left. Nameless, he'd been then. Just a big brother, protecting his younger sibling. He'd learned to fight there. It was well known that Jounouchi could street-fight, but Kaiba had learned to as well, and it came in handy when his arguments with the other boy escalated into fisticuffs.
Jou. Where was he? Why was he avoiding school? It couldn't be because of him. When Jou had woken in his bed, he'd seemed happy, content, if not hungry. That is, until he'd called his father.
'I've got ta get home, it's late,' he'd frowned. 'I'll see ya tomorrow.'
Something had happened. He felt his heart contract with worry. Everyone thought him to be a heartless bastard, but he knew now that was not the case. He felt the flame that burned deeply inside, the one Gozaburo had tried to snuff out. He'd spent years living with his head inside the mouth of a lion, sharp teeth waiting to puncture his skull, to crush him into dust. He'd survived, unintimidated, flame buried deep inside his icy exterior, all but forgotten.
He'd built a fortress around his heart under his stepfather's tutelage. To the world, he projected himself as uncaring, unmoving, untouchable. But still that flame had somehow survived, nourished by the scraps of humanity bestowed only on his brother.
He was amazed that from the sweet submission of the other boy had burst forth a firestorm. He felt consumed, realized that he'd been wrong to think he could remain unscathed, that nothing could penetrate the protective walls he'd built. Part of him wanted for the flame to die out, to let it starve across the parched landscape of his soul. To retreat back to the way it was before. But he also sought to feed it, to fan it further. To let it sear through the barriers he'd carefully erected, to evaporate the ice, to scorch him until he cried out, to set him free of the prison of loneliness he'd sentenced himself to.
He stood at a crossroad. He should walk, no, run away from Jounouchi, from the messiness that involving himself with the other boy would most certainly bring about. But Kaiba Seto was never one to back down. He faced adversary coolheaded and well-prepared, even if his opponent was his own desire. Falling into bed with Jounouchi had opened a portal into a world long forgotten, one he thought could never be recaptured. One where he could exist simply as a boy. Not the man-child he had become out of ambition and necessity.
No matter how it played out, he knew he would not, could not live with himself unless he saw it through. If Jounouchi was avoiding him, he would seek him out.
* * *
The limousine pulled up in front of the dilapidated apartment building. Grafitti was scrawled across the brick surface up to a height of about six feet. The glass outer door was translucent with grime. His driver opened his door, looked about apprehensively. He dismissed him.
"I'll call you when I need you."
"Sir, are you sure? I can remain here."
"I'll be fine."
He saw the name 'Jounouchi' scribbled under the buzzer to number 4G, and rang it. Waited a long time after pressing the button, wondering absently if it was working, and if not, how he would get inside. He pressed again, and after another eternity, the intercom crackled.
"Who is it?" a strange voice asked.
"Kaiba Seto. I'd like to speak to Jounouchi Katsuya."
There was no reply except for the buzzing of the door as it was unlocked.
It was a walk-up building. The stairs were dingy and poorly lit. He took them two at a time, anxious now to see Jou. To make sure he was okay.
The door to the apartment had been left ajar. Kaiba pushed it open, called out "Hello?" Entered into a shabby but well-kept living room. The furniture consisted of a threadbare pull-out couch and mis-matched easy chair, an old rickety coffee table, and a small TV on top of on an old dresser. Past the living room was a waist-high counter with two stools that faced into an ancient kitchen. The carpet was an industrial brown pile, the walls, dirty beige.
He was greeted by a middle-aged incarnation of Jounouchi. Kaiba noticed signs on his face of a recent fight. A swollen nose, and the telltale black eyes that accompanied its being broken.
"Hello," eyes not meeting Kaiba's. "You must be Katsuya's ... friend." There was a curious emphasis on the word friend. "I'm his father, Jounouchi Isao." He turned away from Kaiba, shuffling toward a narrow hall. "He's in his room," he called back. Kaiba removed his shoes and followed.
The older man man rapped softly at a closed door. "Katsuya--"
"I told ya ta LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" There was a bang against the other side of the door.
"Katsuya, there is someone here to see you," he continued quietly. This time silence greeted him. "Katsuya, Kaiba Seto is here to see you."
Kaiba stepped forward, and tried the door. It was locked from the inside. "Jou, let me in. I need to speak with you," he said to its blank face.
After a few seconds, Jou answered. "Go away, Kaiba. Please?" He heard the strain in Jou's voice.
Jou's father shook his head. "He's been in there for three days ..."
"What happened?" Kaiba demanded of him, eyes narrowing.
The older man looked at him sadly. He could see tears welling in his eyes. "It's ... I--I can't talk about it!" He turned away from Kaiba and brushed past him.
Every fiber in his body was telling to leave. Now. He was not wanted here, he could not help. But his heart, newly awakened and raw with emotion, kept his feet planted. He pressed his forehead against the door and spoke softly. "Jou, please open the door, I need to see your face, I need to know if you are avoiding school because of what happened between us."
"This isn't about YOU, Kaiba," Jou snarled.
He knew that now, but persisted. "If that is the case, then why can't you tell me to my face?"
He heard movement on the other side of the door and stepped back a little. The door opened a crack, revealing one reddened eye, a dark circle from sleeplessness underneath it.
"This isn't about YOU. Now go away. Please." Kaiba wedged his foot in the opening before Jou could close the door again.
"I can't do that." He pushed the door open to admit himself int Jou's room. He closed the door and locked it. Jou threw himself on his bed, burying his face in his arms. Kaiba sat down next to him, and gently rubbed his back.
"It's okay," he soothed. "Tell me what's wrong. You can tell me anything." He coaxed softly.
The room was tiny, no bigger than his dressing closet. The only furniture other than the bed were a cheap night stand and dresser. The walls, painted the same beige as the rest of the apartment, were unadorned except for a tattered Red Eyes Black Dragon poster above the bed.
"Ya don't know what you're talking about," was the muffled reply. "It'll never be okay!" There was a soft knock on the door. He felt Jou's body tense. "DO. NOT. LET. HIM. IN!"
"I'll take care of it. Him," Kaiba replied.
He unlocked and opened the door a couple of inches, "He doesn't want to see you," he told Jou's father evenly.
"I know, I know," he responded shakily. "But I need to go to a meeting, and I don't want to leave him alone. I'm afraid he might ... Please, will you stay with him until I get back?"
Kaiba eyed him impassively, digesting his statement thoroughly before answering. "Yes. Go," he answered and closed the door again.
Jounouchi had turned over on his back, he was staring hard at Kaiba when he turned around. His breath caught and he felt his chest constrict at the sight. The left side of Jou's face was terribly bruised, and bloodied from a gash across his cheek. His eyes were swollen and red from crying.
Kaiba noticed too cuts on the knuckles of Jou's right hand. Determined he'd gotten into a fistfight with his father.
He sat down next to Jou again, "Tell me what happened. Did your father hit you because you were late?"
Jou answered with his own questions. His mood had only blackened since he'd locked himself in his room. He had ruminated on just what HAD transpired between he and Kaiba, concluding that Kaiba had only bedded him in order to humiliate him at some later date. The thought that he'd allowed himself to be so taken advantage of humiliated him. Nothing would ever change.
"Why are you here? What do you see in me? I'm just a third-rate duelist. Mediocre at best. A mutt. Loser dog. I'll never be first at anything, right? So why do you bother with me?" He snarled.
He felt a stab of pain as Jou threw his own words in his face. Yet felt a wave of affection for the other boy, too, despite his accusations.
His answer was to kiss him, gently running his tongue along Jou's lower lip. Jou responded hungrily, sliding his tongue deep into Kaiba's yielding mouth, greedily exploring him with his tongue, before roughly pushing him away.
"Stop it!" Jou gasped, eyes flashing. Rebuffed, Kaiba stroked Jou's hair gently, tenderly ran his hand over his unspoiled cheek.
"Jou-pup, you do not know how much I regret saying those words to you."
"You were only speakin' the truth! I was stupid to think that I'd ever mean anything to anyone. That I'd ever be anything other than my old man -- a useless drunk!" he spat with venom. "Now I know why my mom left ME behind. She knew it too! I'm JUST AS WEAK AS HE IS!"
"Don't say that! You are far better than that. YOU. AREN'T. WEAK." He crushed his body on top of Jou's, pinning him to the bed. He nuzzled into the crook of Jou's neck, softly whispering to him.
"You mean more to me than you could ever guess. More than I ever fathomed anyone but Mokuba could mean to me. When I took you home on Monday, you WERE first. First in so many ways."
He trailed kisses down Jou's neck, then buried his face in the silken strands of his hair, breathing his scent, committing it to memory. They both lay motionless, he could feel Jou's heart pounding against his chest, his own beating hard inside his ribcage.
He lifted himself up. "Come, let me clean up your face. Then I want you to tell me everything that happened.
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