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In The Name Of Love	By : Rroselavy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15411 -:- 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 9
Jou woke up to the sound of his alarm and a low-grade hangover, a decided improvement on the state he'd awakened to the day before. He rolled over and turned the irritating buzzer off and then rolled back. He lay on the pullout futon, amazed that he'd actually managed to open it up rather than crash on it in its couch form the previous night, especially after-
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed aloud and sat bolt upright as the memories of the prior evening flooded back to him, especially the abbreviated make-out session he'd had with Kaiba that had punctuated its end.
He had kissed Kaiba, and Kaiba had kissed him back.
He felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach at that thought and his lips tingled as he recalled the way Kaiba's tongue had caressed them before the brunet had captured him in a torrid kiss.
"Oh God." He groaned as he flopped down on his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. He knew he would be well within his rights to blame what had happened at the end of the evening on all the alcohol he'd consumed and the vulnerable emotional state he was in, but that would be a lie. The fact of the matter was that right now, stone cold sober he still wanted to kiss the brunet, and more. He longed again to feel the heat of Kaiba's breath against his cheek, and to feel the smooth skin of his back beneath his fingertips. He was getting hard just thinking about it, and that couldn't be good. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his reverie. He grabbed it and saw Honda's number on the caller ID.
"Hello?" He answered.
"You dog." Honda insulted good-naturedly.
"Hey!-"
"You motherfucker," Honda continued. "'Oh I just need some time by myself'" He said exaggeratedly, mimicking Jou's voice.
"Wha-?" Jou replied utterly confused.
"And then I find out that you were out with ~Kaiba~ of all people? What is wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Jou wished fervently that his brain would catch up with his mouth. "W-what are you talking about?" He stammered.
"Last night, moron. Remember we talked and you said that you didn't feel like hanging out with anyone?"
Jou's mind was racing. Ryou or Malik must have said something to Honda, though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out how or why. It wasn't like they were good friends with the brunet. "What did Ryou say, Hon?"
"Ryou?" Honda snorted.
"Malik?"
"Nuh huh, baby. Try Page Six of the Domino Times."
"Fuck." Page Six was the gossip column of the largest circulation newspaper in Domino. ~Everyone~ read the Times.
"You two look ~very~ cozy." Honda teased.
"Look?" Jou asked weakly.
"Yep, there's a picture of you with your arm around him, with a nice caption and an accompanying story. Would you like me to read it to you?"
Jou's stomach lurched rather violently. He felt like he was going to vomit. "No," he said shakily.
Honda paid no attention and continued. "It says 'Double Wedding for Kaiba Brothers?' Congratulations, by the--"
"Honda, SHUT UP!" Oh God, Jou thought, whatever relationship he may have wished to have with Kaiba, it was definitely out now.
Honda giggled with mirth. "What's the matter? You embarrassed or something? Just think how ~he's~ gonna feel when he sees it."
"Not now, Honda. Can we talk about this later? I have to get to class."
"Oh, you bet we're gonna talk about this later, Bud."
"Okay," Jou surrendered, and then, remembering the interview Honda was set to do with Aiko's mother's boyfriend, added, "Lemme know how it goes with that asshole this morning, will ya?"
"You got it. And Jou, congratulations, have they set a date?"
"Who, Mokuba and Shizuka? Sometime around Christmas. Listen, I gotta go."
He hung up the phone and sighed dejectedly. Yeah right, Kaiba was going to call him now. Not. He imagined that all the inroads they'd made last night had been obliterated. Then it slowly dawned on him that this could just be a mere setback. After all they were to be brothers-in-law, it would be expected that they would be seen together. Besides, he was sure that Kaiba would roast the head of whoever had okayed that image on a spit. He certainly wouldn't want to be that poor soul when Kaiba was through with him. Hell, he ~had~ been that poor soul on more than one occasion. He got up and prepared for the long day ahead of him.
Jou was relieved there'd been no paparazzi outside when he'd left his apartment, though he figured it would only be a matter of time before he was hounded for comments. He picked up the Times at a newsstand by the university and made it to his Psych 101 class with a few minutes to spare. He turned to page six and was greeted with an image of him with his arm around Kaiba that had been taken at the Palace Hotel bar. Someone with a camera phone must have snapped it-- the shot was grainy, but the figures composed in it were unmistakable. Kaiba's head was tilted in toward Jou's, resting gently on his shoulder. From the body language, it did look intimate, and Jou had to admit that if he'd seen the picture without having been one of the subjects in it, he'd have assumed that it was an image of two lovers caught in an intimate moment. Next to it was an image of Shizuka and Mokuba, also looking quite cozy, though their shot was of much better quality, and they had posed for the photographer. He could hear his students whispering among themselves in between titters and shushes and felt the heat from a blush that was spreading across his cheeks. He checked his watch and took a deep breath.
"All right class, before I begin today, I think I need to address the matter of an item in today's gossip columns."
He smiled, and the room grew so quiet he imagined he could hear a pin drop. "Hn. I wish you were all this attentive during my lectures." He paused before continuing. "Despite what you may have read in today's Times, Kaiba Seto and I are ~not~ an item. My sister, however, is engaged to his brother Mokuba. Now that I've cleared that up, we can move ahead. Today I'll be talking about Erikson's theory of the eight stages of psychosocial development." He cast a glance over his class, registering the looks of disappointment from his refuting of the juicy tidbit, before turning to the chalkboard.
* * *
The lecture had been tedious. He hated teaching the entry-level psych course as it often felt that he was talking to himself. He would ask a question of the class on the material he'd just covered, only to be greeted by bored expressions and silence. He couldn't understand their lack of passion. For most of the students this was their chosen major, yet they had about as much enthusiasm for the material as they would if it were a course in quantum physics. It had been such a struggle for him to get into the university that he'd savored every minute of his schooling. His friends had been amazed at the turnaround Jou had made as he devoured course after course and had graduated with top honors. He shook his head--most of the students were clueless about how lucky they were to have parents willing and able to afford their education.
He was in the library working on his dissertation research when his cell rang. The ID was a Kaiba Corp. exchange, which meant Yugi.
"Hi Yuge, all I can say is, it ain't true."
"This isn't Yugi. And what isn't true?"
"Kaiba?" Jou asked, stunned.
"Oh, so we're back to formalities, ~Jounouchi~?"
He felt a bead of sweat slide down his temple and his lips once again tingled in memory. "N-no, ya just surprised me. I didn't expect ta hear from you so soon." He blurted.
He heard a deep chuckle from the other man. "Honestly, I didn't expect to be calling you so soon, either. But after that little item in the newspaper, I thought--"
"Look, however you want to deny it is fine by me!" Jou interrupted hurriedly.
"The best way to handle this ... situation is to ignore the media." Kaiba continued. "Reporters have the collective memory of a swarm of gnats. This will be forgotten in a few days." Jou gaped in disbelief at what he was hearing the brunet say.
"So, um ... what should I say if someone asks?"
He heard an audible sigh on the other end of the phone. "Say whatever you'd like." There was a long pause, and Jou wondered if Kaiba had hung up. Then the brunet spoke again, softly. "Katsuya, I'd be lying to you if I said that I wasn't interested in pursuing some kind of relationship with you."
"Relationship?!" Jou echoed. Here was his chance to beg off--to claim the kiss meant nothing. But something resonated deep inside him, something felt so right about what Kaiba had just confessed. Jou realized that if he hadn't just broken up with Ryou, he would have jumped at the chance of dating the sexy CEO. Then again, who wouldn't?
Kaiba continued in the silence. "I realize this is not the most opportune moment to mention this to you," he said quietly.
"K-Seto. I hafta be honest. I'm not ready for a relationship." Oh god, what am I saying, Jou thought. I'm turning down Kaiba Seto. Shoot me now.
"Just promise me you will give it some thought," Kaiba said judiciously after another short silence.
"S-Seto, wait." Jou replied softly, "That didn't come out right." He took a deep breath. "I felt something too last night, something that I really liked. I'm just wrung out right now. But ... maybe we could start off slow. Just hang out together and see what happens?"
"I think that's reasonable, Katsuya. We will need to spend time together anyway, due to our familial obligations." Kaiba said mildly.
"And you're okay with this?"
"Yes I am, Jou." Kaiba replied evenly. "One more thing, while I have you on the phone, I've been thinking about what you said last night. I'd like the name of someone to see ... about the attacks I experience."
"Oh, yeah, sure. You got a pencil?"
* * *
Kaiba hung up the phone and gazed thoughtfully out of the windows of his office. When he'd left Jounouchi the previous night, he'd already decided that he wanted to see him again. By the time he had made it back into his limousine his mind had been reeling from the sensations of Jou's hot tongue, and hotter body. He felt his pulse quicken at the thought of how good it felt to be pressed against Jounouchi, feeling the heat of his body, and the tension of his muscles underneath his clothes as they rippled and bunched. Kaiba'd had the idea that the blond would be a passionate lover, but he'd been ill prepared for the electrifying experience that kissing Jou would be. He'd been left with an exquisite hunger that he knew instinctively only Jounouchi could sate. And now he would have an opportunity to find out just how satisfying a lover the blond could be.
He knew that laying his cards on the table and telling Jou that he wanted him was a gamble, but Kaiba had not become the successful businessman he was without a keen ability of sensing and making the right decisions. What he knew of the blond was that he was loyal and honest, and demanded the same from his friends and family. The quickest way to insult him was to play him for a fool, and Kaiba knew that if he pursued Jou secretly, based on the history they shared, it would leave to chance the possibility that his actions could be misconstrued as some kind of cruel joke. Even now there was still that likelihood, but the CEO knew that in time, as his actions matched his intentions, that too would diminish.
He felt the adrenalin rush through his body as he anticipated the chase that would precede the capture of Jounouchi's heart. It was addicting to Kaiba, and had proven his downfall on more than one occasion. His past was littered with lovers and corporations that he'd pursued doggedly, only to find that once the quest was over and they were his, he was no longer interested, nor could he figure out what he'd seen in them that had been so enticing in the first place. A wave of apprehension surged through the brunet--it would be more than disappointing if his pursuit of Jounouchi shared the same fate. His chest ached at that thought, and he pushed it aside, instead focusing on the steps he would lay out as he wooed Jounouchi Katsuya.
* * *
'When one door closes, another opens.' Jounouchi didn't know why that quote popped into his head, but he repeated it over and over silently as he tried in vain to focus on his research and not on the delicious shivers that speaking with Kaiba had caused to course through his body. There was no way he was going to get much work done on his dissertation in this state. He leaned back in the stiff library chair, balancing it precariously on its hind legs, and stared blindly at the computer screen in front of him that was filled with reference article citations. He remembered when he first heard the statement that had lodged in his consciousness. His grandfather had said it to him after his parents' divorce was final and he'd been banished by his mother to live with his dad. He sighed deeply as the old pain from those days surfaced. He felt raw and wounded and knew he needed time to heal. But there were times when he thought those injuries would never mend. Sure they scabbed up and the pain dulled, but it never disappeared completely.
Ryou had once told Jou that one of the things he'd found most endearing about him was that despite his wretched past, he was still able to give of himself fully and passionately in all of his relationships. That in spite of all the mistreatment he'd suffered, or maybe because of it, he'd chosen a career path in which he'd be able to help others who had suffered from the same misfortunes.
He shook his head and grimaced. Ryou. He felt a dull throb in his chest and imagined it was his heart breaking. Why had he fallen so hard for the slender Englishman? He'd never given him so much as a second look in high school--not that Ryou wasn't exotic and beautiful--he'd just been so ... flat, so subdued, so unlike anyone Jou would find the least intriguing. It had been easy for Jounouchi to overlook him. But that night when Ryou had come to Jou for solace and protection, something had inexorably shifted. Jou still couldn't put his finger on it for sure, but he had a good idea it had to do with the neediness and vulnerability Ryou had exhibited. Ryou needed and Jou needed to be needed. It had not been unlike the unguarded moment he'd witnessed in Kaiba the previous night and his reaction to it. And now he found himself drawn to Kaiba, and considering the possibility of a relationship with him. He wondered grimly what exactly attracted him to the brunet. Was it his anti-heroic personality, that of the loner and outcast that Jou longed to nurture, or was it that hint of vulnerability that Jou'd years ago intuitively felt underneath the patina of indifference that he needed to worry away. Or was there some other reason? Maybe it was because of the things Mokuba had told him of Kaiba's childhood and adolescence, things so similar to his own upbringing, and yet far harsher than anything he'd experienced at the hands of his own parents that caused him to genuinely admire the brunet. But did any of it really matter, could he truly hope to disentangle the contorted threads of reasons of why he wanted to be with Kaiba Seto? Was it even necessary?
'When one door closes, another opens.' He said to himself again. He'd certainly closed the door on any hopes of a renewed relationship with Ryou. If the previous night hadn't seen to it, he knew at this point even if Ryou did come back to him, he would never accept him-the white-haired man's betrayal had been complete. Jou would never trust him again. Yet, at the same time he could still maintain that he did not hate his ex-lover for following his heart, as ill advised as he thought it was. So why shouldn't he follow his own desires? Didn't he deserve to find happiness? One door had closed, and another was opening, beckoning him to take his chances on the brunet who'd occupied most of his adolescent yearnings.
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