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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

Ykarzel’s Constant Chatter: Hikari Ykarzel: The wonderful
pointlessness and yet originality of this make me smile. Why is coffee ALWAYS in my stories? Coffee or the beach, really.

Surrender

Jou combed his hair with one hand, holding the phone with
the other.

“So are we still on for tonight?” Yugi’s voice asked

“Aw, shit, Yug, I completely forgot. I’ve got a date. I hooked up with him this weekend.”

“Really Jou? That’s
great! It’s alright, you don’t need to
come.”

“No, let me talk to him.
Maybe he’d like to come hang out with you guys.”

“That’d be great!
What are you wearing?”

“The green one,” Jou answered, smoothing his sleeves back
down and shoving the comb in his pocket.

“Is he sexy?” Yugi asked with a giggle.

“Very. His car just
pulled up, Yug, I gotta go.” In reality,
Des was standing in his doorway, motioning that Seto was waiting outside.

“Good luck Jou!”

~!~!~!~

“You’re late,” Jou said, climbing into the car.

“Sorry,” Seto answered.
“Mokuba was giving me a talk.” He
pulled out into the traffic.

Jou raised an eyebrow.
“About what?”

“Proper dating behavior.
I figured he knew what he was talking about. He’s been on more then me.”

Jou rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. “You don’t get out enough. By the way, the whole gang usually goes out
for coffee at ten. I told them we’d meet
them there. Is that okay with you?”

“They know I’m coming?” he asked, with a glance at Jou. He wasn’t sure how he felt about people knowing
yet. He hadn’t kept it from Mokuba, but
he really hadn’t given Jou’s friends a thought.

“Well, no. I told
them I had a date. I didn’t tell them
who. So, it’s really up to you. If you’d rather not, well, I’ll be annoyed,
but I’ll get over it.”

“Isn’t it hard to be that honest all the time?”

“No. So do you want
to?”

“It won’t kill me.”

“Great.” Jou relaxed,
looking out the window at the city coming alive with night. Brightly colored lights were everywhere. People covered the sidewalks, out enjoying
the cool of the summer night. “Where are
we going?”

“Mokuba suggested dinner and a movie. But if you want to go see your friends, the
movie may have to wait.”

“You look nice,” Jou stated suddenly, studying Seto for the
first time that night. He’d finally
gotten out of his blues and whites, wearing instead browns and deep red. The color fit him nicely, making his hair
seem to be more auburn then brown. It
also made his shockingly blue eyes seem to stand out even more in contrast to
the warm colors. He almost thought a
blush came across Seto’s face.

“Thanks,” he muttered softly, not sure if he was to return
the compliment or not. Jou was wearing
black pants and forest green top. For
the first time, Seto noticed that Jou had his ear pierced. He wondered how he could have missed that
before.

“Did Mokuba help you dress too?”

Seto gave him a half hearted glare, before returning his
attention to the road. “No, I can manage
to dress myself. Besides, my style far
surpasses his.”

Jou grinned, enjoying himself, and let it fall into easy
silence until the car parked outside of a moderate restaurant. Though he didn’t say anything, Jou would have
bet a lot of money that Mokuba had advised Seto on where to take him. He got out of the car and crossed the
sidewalk, holding the door open for Seto.

They were seated near the back, in one of the more private
areas. Jou realized that the advantage
of Seto dressing out of his usual style was the people at the restaurant had
not recognized him, meaning they didn’t get special treatment which he knew
would get old, fast.

They both placed their orders. Jou had been on enough dates to be used to
this by now. When they handed their
menus back, he looked up to meet Seto’s eyes.
“So did you get your deal signed?”

Seto nodded, taking a sip from his water, wondering if he
was the only one who thought it was warm in here. He didn’t understand this. Now they had to manage to keep up
conversation for at least an hour. What
was the point? It seemed like a lot of
pressure for no purpose.

“Seto.” He jerked his
head up to see Jou was smiling at him.
“You look like your about to implode.
Relax a little.” He felt Jou’s
foot rub against his calf in a comforting gesture. He suddenly realized this was Jou. The same Jou he had laid in bed with just
yesterday morning. The same Jou he’d let
take him. Some of the pressure began to
fade.

“So who is going to be at this coffee thing?” he asked. He wasn’t sure how that was going to go.

“Yugi, Honda, Yami, Ryou, Bakura, and Otogi might be
there. Just the guys. We do it two or three times a week. It’s a lot of fun, because we go at night and
caffeine charge ourselves. Don’t worry,
they’re not going to have a problem with you.
Yami, Bakura and Honda might pick on you a little bit, but I’ll take
care of them. Just please, try not to
insult them or anything, okay?”

Seto scoffed softly.
“Please. It’s been years since I
resorted to that petty pastime.”

“Yeah, well, they’re gonna provoke you. Resist the old habit for me, okay?” Seto nodded his consent.

The place wasn’t crowded so the meal came quickly, and Seto
wondered if they were supposed to talk and eat at the same time, or stay silent
while they ate. He was finding himself
already frustrated with this date thing.

“How many dates have you had before?’ Jou asked in between
bites.

Seto shifted, pushing the food on his plate around. “I’ve had dates to dinner parties, but never
this kind of, date.”

Jou nodded. He’d
suspected as much. He watched through
his eyelashes as Seto continued to not eat his food. “Eat, Seto.”

Seto stopped pushing the food around and looked up. “Why?”

“You’re skinny.”

Seto opened his mouth to protest, then after a second
thought, shut it and started to eat. He
was sure you weren’t supposed to fight on a date. He nearly choked when Jou’s toe caught him
right in the shin.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Seto exclaimed.
“You just told me to eat!”

“Yeah, and you just obeyed, without giving me any shit. Stop being somebody you aren’t.”

“I’ll be whoever I damn please, mutt, so shove it.”

A warm grin spread across Jou’s face. “That’s more like it. That’s the Seto I want to date.”

Seto smirked at him.
The pressure was starting to dissipate, and he wondered if Jou was doing
it on purpose for his benefit. “You
enjoy it when I degrade you?”

Jou leaned forward, then waited until the waiter passed. He put a hand up to cover his mouth, and
whispered harshly. “It’ll make it that
much more enjoyable when I take you home with me tonight and have my way with
you if I have something to punish you for.”

Seto’s cheeks flushed before he could repress it, and he
stared at his food, waiting for it to fade before he looked back up at
Jou. However, the blonde found this to
be very amusing. Yet the way his foot
was still rubbing against Seto’s leg took the sting out of his laughter.

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?” he asked, almost
shyly. Shy looked weird on Seto.

Jou raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Sure.”

It began to feel even warmer in the room as Seto’s mind
began to wander to all the things they could do once they got this part over
with. Jou must have caught the look,
though, and he got another sharp kick to the shin. “Me, here, now, Seto. Not naked.”

Seto rolled his eyes and kicked Jou right back. “You are a complete pain in the ass,
puppy. Thankfully there’s only going to
have to be two more of these stupid things.”

Jou raised his fork and shook his head. “Not true,” he said, using the fork to
gesture. “If you want me to sleep with
you again, you will so owe me three more dates.”

Seto stared at him, blinking for a moment, almost surprised
at the blond. Then he couldn’t help but
smile. Only Jou. “It’s a deal then.”

Jou’s amber eyes glittered and laughed. He popped the fork in his mouth and chewed
with a grin on his face. He felt kinda
warm inside, knowing that Seto was
willing to pursue this.

Their conversation from that point on was so fluid that in
reflection Seto wondered how he managed to eat at all.

Just as they were finishing their desert, Jou glanced down
at his watch. “Hey, it’s almost ten
already. We’re late, or we’re gonna be.”

Seto was already grabbing the waiter and handing him a
credit card. The man happened to glance
down and see the name on the card. His
eyes widened as he scurried off quickly.

“Guess there’s some advantages,” Jou said with a smile,
offering Seto his hand to aid him in standing.

“Sometimes,” Seto agreed, taking the blonde’s hand.

The waiter caught up to them on the way to the door. Seto signed the receipt while Jou waited with
the door held open.

While Seto climbed into the car, Jou was dialing a number on
the cell phone he had pulled off of his belt.

“Hey, Honda… Nope, we’re coming, we just ran late… Yes we… Oh, fuck you asshole. It’s been three months since you’ve gotten
any, not for lack of trying on Des’ part… Yep… Yeah, I know…” Jou glanced at
Seto. “No, tell Yug he’s much cuter then
that dick was… Shit, Honda, yes it’s a he!
Where the hell have you been in a hole?”
Jou laughed out loud and Seto smiled to himself. “Yeah, well, five years of attempting to get
into your pants I would think you’d realize I wasn’t going to wake up straight…
Lair, you know you love the attention… Alright,
save us two seats… No I’m not telling
you who he is… Yeah, we’ll be there in a few…
Fuck you… Love you, too, man.” Jou
closed the cell with a snap and slipped it back onto his belt.

“He doesn’t seem to have changed much.”

“Nope. None of us
have.”

“You have.”

Jou gave Seto a look.
“Not much. You just didn’t know me before. Which I can’t blame you, not many people
do. Oh, don’t mention my place to
anybody. Only Honda knows.”

“You’ve kept that a secret all your life?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I
thought I’d tell Yugi when he got older, but, that just hasn’t happened yet.”

Seto grinned. “Guess
some things just don’t change.”

“Well, you’ve changed.
A lot.”

Seto nodded silently.
He knew he had. As soon as Mokuba
had started to grow up, in a lot of ways, so had he. Seto wondered what it would be like, seeing
the closest thing he had to a group of friends for the first time since high
school. It was kinda funny, they’d
probably seen him as their enemy, but even negative interaction was more then
he had with anybody else.

“Turn right up here.”
Seto followed without question.
“Oh, and, let me get the coffee, okay?
You got dinner, and it’ll just keep things a bit more quiet with the
guys.”

“If you say so.
Anything else I should know?”

“Um, try not to piss of Yami. If you upset or insult Yugi in any way shape
or form, Yami will get you first and I’ll finish you off. Bakura you can spit at as much as you want,
but I’m not taking the heat if he fries your ass. Honda will leave you alone if I tell him
to. And Ryou always liked you, so did
Yugi, so they won’t be a problem. If
Otogi is there, he’ll probably try to seduce you. Unless he tries to seduce me.”

Seto nodded again.
“Right. Can I wait in the car?” Jou laughed, though Seto hadn’t been joking.

It was ten fifteen before they actually pulled up in front
of the coffee shop. Seto followed behind
Jou, but when the blond held the door open for him he was forced to go
ahead. He spotted Jou’s friends at the
same time they spotted him. Yugi started
to wave cheerfully then stopped dead when Jou came up behind him.

“They won’t bite,” Jou muttered. “Sept maybe Bakura.”

Seto glared at him and Jou returned it with a smile. He placed a hand on the small of Seto’s back
and pushed the brunette forward. Seto
approached, although somewhat reluctantly, the six pairs of eyes that stared at
him. Jou was pulling out the two empty
chairs, motioning for Seto to sit. He
did so, staring at the table in attempt to avoid the eyes that were staring at
him. Jou plopped down beside him, and a
hand was instantly on his knee under the table.
He supposed that was meant to comfort him. It didn’t, but it was kinda sweet on Jou’s
part, and that thought comforted him.

“Hey guys,” Jou said, grinning. He probably loved ever second of this, Seto
reasoned. The shock value. Jou always did love attention.

Yugi giggled. Seto
still found anything to look at besides the people before him. This was so awkward. He hated social situations.

“He is cuter then Da-”

“Don’t say that name!” Jou interrupted Yugi. “He will be referred to only as dirty-fucking-asshole
or sleazy-cheating-scumbag.”

Yugi gave Jou a bright smile. “Either way, Kaiba’s much cuter.” Seto couldn’t help but look at Yugi, who
smiled at him. He wasn’t used the being
called cute.

“I’d say stunningly handsome, really, Yug.” The hand on Seto’s knee squeezed slightly.

Seto felt heat leave the tension of his shoulders and creep
up the back of his neck into his face.
He tried to suppress it, and knew he managed to some extent, and prayed
what he hadn’t suppressed wasn’t visible.
But the way Honda’s eyes went wide he knew he’d failed.

“Jou.” Honda said.

“Yeah?”

“Seto Kaiba is sitting, blushing, in front of me.”

Jou rolled his eyes, scooting closer to Seto so they’re arms
were against each other. “Grow up, man,
and be normal, okay?”

“I never thought I’d see the day, Kaiba,” Yami said with a
chuckle.

“Wait a minute,” Otogi said indignantly. Seto mentally groaned. He knew it was coming. They’d bring up the past. “You’re willing to sleep with him, yet the
reason you won’t sleep with me is because I’ve got too much money for my
own good? What’s up with that, Jou?” Seto let out a barely audible sigh of
relief. The topic was off him, sort of.

Jou picked up a straw that had been lying on the table and
pointed at Otogi. “Face it, Togi. We’re talking like, desert island conditions
before I sleep with you.”

Honda laughed at the look on Otogi’s face, earning him a
glare from said green-eyed man. “So if
it were just me and dumbo here,” Otogi said, gesturing to Honda who was still
laughing, “who would you sleep with first?”

Jou smirked. “My sexy
Hiroto, obviously. Come on, Togi, you
shoulda known that, I’ve been trying to sleep with him for years!” Seto was surprised he felt a sting of
jealousy at that, even though he knew that it was all a game.

“Hey, guys, being the only straight man here is enough
pressure. You start talking about
sleeping with me and I’m bailing.”

Jou grinned. “Nah,
you’re safe with me, Honda, I’ve got a full plate at the moment.”

“I’d say,” Bakura muttered.
Seto groaned again, the topic was shifting back to him.

“Hello boys, can I get you anything?”

The waitress had arrived, and Seto mentally sighed
again. This was turning into a tension
rollercoaster. Everybody else already
had their coffee, it was just him and Jou placing an order. He heard Jou rattle off some complicated
coffee name. The waitress nodded and
turned her attention to him. “Regular,
black please.”

“It speaks!” Bakura said with a mock gasp.

“Knock it off, Kura,” Ryou said warningly.

“Separate checks, or together?” she asked.

“Together,” Jou answered immediately. She nodded again and walked away.

“Alright Jou, what if it was me and Yugi, who would you
sleep with?” Otogi asked, leaning forward on the table.

“Yugi.”

Yugi grinned and shook his head. “Yami would be there too
though, so I’d be taken.”

“He could join us,” Jou said, shifting slightly to look at
his friend. His hand under the table
shifted, leaving Seto’s knee to grab Seto’s hand instead.

Yugi blinked, then suddenly his eyes went wide and he
flushed bright red. “Yami!” he
hissed. “I did not need that
picture!”

“Hey pharaoh, no mental pictures of me naked, now,” Jou
warned, still using his straw to point.

“Hey, I want some!” Otogi said, glaring at Yugi who was now
snickering.

“Knock it off, Otogi, you perv,” Honda said, lightly
smacking Otogi’s upper arm.

Their coffee came a moment later. Seto was relieved; it gave him something to
stare at. However it seemed Ryou wasn’t
going to let him pretend not to be there.

“How’s life treating you, Kaiba? We haven’t seen you in a while.”

Seto cleared his throat, tension invading his shoulders now
that all the attention was on him. “Not
bad.”

“Hard life as a billionaire,” Bakura stated, earning him an
elbow in the side from Ryou.

Seto pretended not to hear it. “Mokuba’s in high school now.” Much better.
Talk about the brother. Much
better then talking about himself.

“Oh, how’s he doing?
We miss him. Though I doubt he’d
still wanna hang out with losers like us.”

“He’s fine. He’s out
a lot, with friends.”

“Is he dating yet?” Honda asked. “It’d be nice to have somebody to talk to
about boobs with.”

“You can talk to me about boobs,” Otogi said indignantly.

“Yeah, Togi will screw anything that walks.”

“Fuck you Jou.”

“Yes, he’s dating,” Seto answered. He didn’t feel it was necessary to add that
Mokuba currently had a boyfriend, though he dated girls too. But Mokuba’s sexual orientation was really
none of their business.

“That has to be hard,” Ryou said with a soft smile. “For you, I mean, letting him go like that.”

No he wanted to shout. I’m so happy he’s grown up. I’m so relieved he’s a normal moody
teenager. I’m so glad he’ll be on his
own soon. I’m so happy I didn’t screw
him up, and I can’t wait until he’s not my responsibility. He just nodded. He wasn’t really lying. It was hard sometimes. He often missed his little
brother. But he’d been a parent since he
could remember. He looked forward to the
day he could comfortably know that nobody needed him anymore.

The conversation was taken back by Yugi and Honda. Seto finished off his coffee, and no sooner
had he sat it down then the waitress was there to refill it. He nodded his thanks at her.

Despite several jabs at him from Bakura and Honda, Seto was
mostly ignored for a while. He noticed
that the shop had cleared out. They were
the only people left. He supposed that
was normal, as the workers didn’t seem surprised. He was on his third cup of coffee when Bakura
found an opportunity to get at him again.
“Somebody’s preparing for a long night,” the spirit observed, gesturing
at Seto’s once again empty cup.

Jou turned and looked at him, and spoke directly to him for
the first time since then had sat down.
“I’m not keeping you from work, am I?”

“No,” Seto said, looking into Jou’s eyes. Despite being right next to each other, he
missed the blonde. He jealously wanted
all of his attention.

Honda snickered. “I
doubt that’s the type of long night he’s preparing for.”

“Probably not all the preparing he’s going to be doing
either,” Bakura added, smirking evilly.

Seto looked away from Jou back down at the table. If he ignored it and kept his mouth shut,
they would eventually change topics again.
He would have loved to give them both a piece of his mind. His pride was taking a beating.

“You don’t have to take that from them for my sake,” Jou
said softly.

“It’s fine.”

“Ignore them both,” Otogi said, glancing at the two with
distain. “Bakura’s bored, and Honda just
hasn’t gotten any in too long.”

“Fuck you, asshole.
At least I have some standards.
How many different people have you slept with in just the past week?”

Otogi grinned. “If I
told you, your dick might fall of from shock.”
Honda took a swipe at him, but Otogi ducked it easily.

“What about you, Kaiba?
How many people have you knocked up?”

“Bakura!” Ryou hissed, at the same time Seto’s chair
screeched on the floor. Jou’s hand fell
off his knee when he stood.

“I’ll wait in the car,” he said, turning and walking away.

“Seto, wait!” Jou
spared enough time to give Bakura and Honda a disgusted look, before running
after Seto. He grabbed his arm right
before he reached the door.

“Seto, please. Don’t
go. I’ll make them stop.” He could hear Ryou and Yugi lecturing back at
the table.

Seto’s back was against the wall when he turned to look at
Jou. “Why? They obviously don’t want me around and I’m
not exactly enjoying being-” He cut off
suddenly, when Jou’s lips crushed against his.
Seto yielded immediately to the kiss, using the wall for support.

He heard the lectures suddenly stop and knew they were being
watched, but his body was beyond listening to him. He knew how it had to look, Jou pushing him
against the wall, and him giving in without a fight. He knew what they were thinking, he knew
they’d realize now the true dynamics of their relationship. He knew, and currently, couldn’t care less.

He didn’t care, because one of Jou’s hands was interlaced
with his, and the other was buried deep in his hair. Because Jou’s body was pressed against
his. Because Jou’s tongue could make him
forget about anything.

It was over almost as suddenly as it had started. Jou pulled away, but not by much. His face was still right beside Seto’s. “Please, Seto, stay? I know they can be a handful, but they’re a
part of me.”

“I know that,” he agreed, then sighed. “Okay, I’ll stay. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep
from killing one of them.”

Jou grinned brightly, kissing Seto’s lips softly. He slowly untangled his hand from Seto’s
hair. “God, Seto, I love your hair,” he
breathed.

“Are you sure we can’t both leave now?” Seto asked, his
voice hardly above a whisper and hoping he didn’t sound as desperate as he
felt.

Jou chuckled, cupping the side of Seto’s face. “Soon, Seto,” he whispered into the
brunette’s ear. Jou pulled away, using
their clasped hand to lead the way back to the table. The party at the table was staring at them,
causing Seto to resist Jou’s pull, hesitant to go back now that they’d seen his
and Jou’s display.

Jou glanced behind himself.
Seeing Seto’s reluctance, he glared hard at his friends. All of them suddenly found something else to
look at, though Bakura was glaring so hard at the table it was obvious he was
not pleased. As the two slid into their
seats, the silence lingered, everybody reluctant to break it. Ryou elbowed Bakura in the side, causing the
fiend to growl in the back of his throat.

“Sorry,” he said shortly, the word more like a grunt then a
statement.

Seto didn’t respond.
He didn’t trust himself not to lash out, if not physically at least
verbally. He didn’t want to attack one
of Jou’s friends, especially the first time he’d seen them in a while.

Jou watched Seto, watched him once more hold back. When it was clear Seto was not going to
defend himself, Jou decided to take over.

“You should be. You
too Honda. You’ve both been complete
assholes. I’ve never had to be ashamed
to bring my date along with my friends before.”

Bakura said nothing, though he did stop growling and the
table was no longer in danger of bursting into flame from his glare. Honda was more visibly ashamed.

“We’re sorry, man. We
were just joking around.”

Jou’s hand tightened around Seto’s, this time on top of the
table rather then hidden underneath. “If
the other person doesn’t joke back you’re not being funny, you idiots, you’re
just attacking somebody. Or in this case
just being rude.”

Seto was smiling. He
couldn’t help it, hearing Jou defend him against his friends was very
satisfying. He squeezed his thanks
through Jou’s hand.

“Seto’s just sitting here taking it from you because he’s
trying to be nice. You could at least
try the same.”

“Hey while we’re at it can we all be nice to me too?” Otogi
asked, though Seto suspected he mostly wanted to change the subject because
Yugi had signaled for him too. It
probably wouldn’t be a good idea for Jou to berate his friends too much, or
they might start hating Seto for it.

“Hell no, Togi, you’re just too easy, pun intended.”

“Fuck you Jou. At
least I’m not a prude.”

The snort escaped Seto before he could suppress it. The idea of Jou a prude was so utterly
ridiculous. He could still hear Jou’s
voice. “Do you have a preference as to who fucks who? Because I’ve woken up sticky in the middle of
the night picturing the always in control Seto Kaiba beneath me screaming my
name. So if you’re not going to stop me,
I’d like to take that tight ass of yours.” Seto had to use his other hand to cover his
mouth, trying not to laugh out loud. Jou
was far from a prude.

They were all staring at him again, except Jou, who had a
faint blush across his cheeks and suddenly found his coffee very
interesting. But Kaiba was
laughing. They couldn’t help but
stare.

“Something tells me Seto knows a very different Jou,” Yami
observed.

“Hell no,” Otogi said, looking between Jou and Seto. “It took three months before Jou let
sleazy-cheating-scumbag get past first base.”

Seto’s choked on his laugh, turning in shock to look at Jou,
who was turning pink. “Yeah, and I should have told him to put it back in his
pants.”

“True, but that doesn’t explain why you’re putting out with
moneybags already.”

“My sex life is really none of your concern, Honda. If you’re that interested, stop running away when
I chase you and you can experience it first hand.”

“Hey Jou, we’re gonna take a trip up to visit grandpa
tomorrow, wanna come?”

Jou shook his head.
“Sorry Yug, I’m working.”

Their conversation took off in a different direction, but
Seto was still several minutes behind.
Why would Jou sleep with him right away if it took him months to sleep
with his old boyfriend? And where the
hell did Jou work?

“Alright, boys, we’re closing. Time to leave.”

Otogi looked up at the waitress who was handing a bill to
Jou. “Do you need a ride, cutie?”

She smirked at Otogi.
“Not tonight, Otogi. How about
Wednesday?”

Otogi smiled at her charmingly, slipping out of his seat and
wrapping an arm around her. “It’s a
date.” She pulled herself away from him
with a shake of her head and returned to the back.

“Otogi, you’re such a pervert,” Yugi said laughing.

The green eyed man shrugged, pulling out a small book from
his pocket. “The problem is I’m meeting
Taka that afternoon, and I haven’t seen him in over a month.”

“Put it away, man,” Honda said.

Otogi slipped the book back in his pocket. “He didn’t mean the book, Togi.”

They left the coffee shop laughing. Once outside they said their goodbyes,
agreeing to meet again on Friday. Seto
made an immediate decision to be working on Friday. Eventually it was just Seto and Jou left in
the parking lot.

“You were really great tonight,” Jou said, leaning against
Seto’s car. “You don’t know what it
means to me. I had a guy once who was
really nasty to my friends. It was
unfortunate because I really liked him, but he had to go. They’re just too important to me.”

“I know that. That’s
the only thing that kept me from flattening Bakura.” Seto moved against Jou, wrapping his arms
around the blonde’s waist. It was sad,
how addicted he was already to Jou’s touch.

Jou chuckled. “The
first time you ignored them was sweet.
The second time made me really respect you. From that point on you had my blessing to
kick their asses.”

Seto buried his face in Jou’s neck. “Well it shouldn’t be much of a problem
now. Do you still want to come home with
me?”

Jou inhaled the scent of Seto’s hair. “Of course.”

Seto pulled away and walked around the car to climb in the
driver’s seat. “Next time I’m driving,”
Jou said, closing the door.

A moment after they left the parking lot, Seto glanced at
Jou out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe
it’s none of my business, but did you really wait three months with your last
boyfriend?”

Jou sighed. “Figured
you’d ask. Yes, I did. I know it seems stupid, but I wasn’t sure of
his intensions. I just wanted to see how
he would do without sex. He did fine
without it, it was only after he started getting it that he found he wanted
more.”

“It’s not that I think it’s stupid, it’s just, with me, you
didn’t…” he faded off. What did it mean
that Jou hadn’t waited? Perhaps this was
only about sex? But it was Jou who was
insistent that they date.

Jou reached over, putting his hand on the back of Seto’s
neck. “I’ve been waiting for you since
high school.”

Seto smiled, relived.
He understood. “We’ve wasted a
lot of time, then.”

“We’ll make up for it,” Jou promised, threading his fingers
into the base of Seto’s hair.

It took a surprisingly short time to get back to Seto’s
place, of which Jou was glad. He’d been
here a few times with Mokuba, but never with Seto. “Is your brother going to be home?” Jou asked
suddenly. He was fine with Mokuba
knowing about their relationship, but it would be uncomfortable for him to know
too much.

“He assured me he would be in his room long before I got
home.”

Jou grinned and reached for Seto’s hand as they walked
toward the door. Once inside, Seto took
the lead, making a bee line for his bedroom.
Jou wasn’t sure if he was eager, or not as comfortable with Mokuba
knowing things as he pretended to be.

Walking into Seto’s room made Jou blush. Seto’s room had white walls and beautiful
blue carpet, with plenty of lamps for light and oak furniture. It made Jou’s room look like a porno setting. “This place makes my room look raunchy,” Jou
said, giving Seto a grin.

“I think I like yours better then,” Seto answered, threading
his and Jou’s fingers together.

They moved toward the bed, and resting on one of the
pillows, in sharp contrast to the blue bedding, was a blood red rose. Jou kicked off his shoes, crawled onto the
bed, and picked it up. He threw a
questioning glance at the brunette, who shrugged but smiled. “You said three dates and flowers.”

Jou smiled, walking back over to Seto on his knees. He put his arms around Seto’s neck. “You realize, if I have sex with you after
every date, and you owe me three dates every time we have sex, you’ll never be
out of debt to me.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Seto asked, leaning so their
noses touched.

“Not that I can see,” Jou answered, closing the remaining
distance between them and meeting Seto’s lips in a kiss. Seto wrapped his arms around Jou’s waist,
pulling him closer to angle him better into the kiss. Afraid of being pulled off the bed, Jou leaned
back, and pulled Seto with him.

After pulling away from the kiss, both breathless, Seto
realized the position they were in. Jou
smiled up at him. “I don’t always have to be in control, Seto. If you want me like this, I’m yours.” To make his point clear, put his arms over
his head, surrendering completely to Seto.

Seto looked away, thoughtful. His hand slid down, to push up Jou’s shirt
and stroke his abdomen. “Maybe some
other time,” he said slowly. “But not
tonight. I want, to feel like I did
before.”

Jou was surprised, but suddenly understood. He’d hit it dead on the nail two nights ago,
when all he’d been doing was attempting to seduce. Seto was tired of always being in control. He did want somebody to take care of
him. And Jou aimed to please.

So with a smirk, the same that had spread across his face
when Seto had first agreed to date him, he reached up and grabbed Seto’s head,
forcing his face closer for a kiss that he dominated so completely it made
Seto’s head spin.

Jou rolled them over, and set to undressing the willing man
under him. There was something even more
arousing knowing that Seto had given himself up without persuasion. That he wanted Jou bad enough to ask for it.

Once the brunette’s shirt was removed, Jou paused in
undressing him to allow his hands to caress the newly exposed skin. He relished in the smooth feel of the slight
dips and curves, interrupted only by two harden nipples. His mouth fell to Seto’s ear.

“I’m going to make you forget who you are. You’ll be so caught in what is us, that you
will get lost in it, and forget everything but me, and what I make you feel.”

Seto shuddered, hands reaching out to clutch desperately at
Jou’s shirt. It was pathetic, really,
how this single man above him could bring him to such a state of arousal with a
couple of kisses and a few lust coated words.

Jou gave him a moment to digest that by pulling away to
remove his own shirt, after removing Seto’s clutching hands. The fog of desire momentarily cleared from
Seto’s mind, just long enough for him to reach to the bedside stand and pull
open a drawer. But at that moment Jou’s
hands returned to his sides, and Jou’s mouth to his neck, and he was lost once
again.

But the action was not lost on Jou, who sacrificed one hand
to dig in the drawer blindly, searching by feel for what he needed. Seto had prepared for this night, and that
thought only aroused Jou more, causing him to suck particularly hard on Seto’s
pale, soft neck.

Once the condom and lube were placed beside them, Jou’s
hands immediately sought the fastenings to Seto’s pants. Without actively attempting, Seto had managed
to arouse Jou to a near fever pitch simply by his complete surrender to Jou’s
ministrations. Jou’s mouth left his
abused neck to travel down his chest, pausing at both nipples to make Seto
squirm.

Unable to reach low enough to fully remove Seto’s pants, but
unwilling to release Seto’s skin with his mouth, Jou lowered down his lover’s
body until his tongue danced in Seto’s naval.
He managed to remove the offending pants, and only then unwillingly
broke contact.

Seto, breathing hard, forced his eyes open to look up at
Jou. The blonde smiled at him, before
breaking eye contact to undo his own pants.
Seto watched intently as Jou stripped, taking in every aspect of the
visual memory and safely tucking it away for future viewing. Only after he was fully undressed did Jou
reached to remove Seto’s boxers. He knew
that when you wanted somebody to give their control up to you completely, you
could not allow them to feel a bit of fear, such as solitary exposure often
caused.

Their need last time had overtaken them, and Jou’s fear that
Seto would change his mind. He wanted it
to be different this time, to last longer, to bring Seto more pleasure than
he’d ever experienced before. He wanted
to live up to the trust Seto had given him.

He bent over, kissing lightly at Seto’s naval again, and
coasting slowly downward. When his chin
bumped against Seto’s erection, the brunette gasped. Jou looked up, waiting for Seto to meet his
eyes and give him silent permission to continue. But Seto’s eyes were screwed shut, his hands
fisted in the sheets.

Jou continued slowly, his eyes fastened on Seto’s face. Cautiously, he tongue reached out to lap up
the clear pre cum that had leaked from Seto’s arousal. Seto bit his lip and tossed his head to the
side, in a gesture that could be dually interpreted.

“Seto, look at me.”
He would not continue if Seto was uncomfortable, and nothing he had done
as of yet had clearly shown Jou if he was willing or not. Seto pried his lids open and met Jou’s honey
eyes with a clouded blue. “Do you want
me to do this?”

He gave the question a tone which implied that he was being
serious, not that he was asking Seto to beg for it, but that he was sincerely
concerned about going against his lovers wishes. Seto’s eyes tightened and Jou nearly sat up,
afraid of having gone too far.

“Please,” Seto managed to say, before his body betrayed him,
his eyes falling shut, hands fisting, and hips thrusting forward, all
involuntarily.

Jou, reassured, did not wish to tease Seto anymore than had
been necessary out of precaution. He
lowered his mouth around Seto’s cock, swirling his tongue to wet it. It was hot in his mouth, and he was
unbothered by the taste; long since used to it.
What little was left of Seto’s control broke. His body had betrayed him and now his voice
followed suit, calling out in relief and need simultaneously.

Jou’s hand wrapped around the portion of Seto’s erection he
was unable to fit in his mouth, and pumping slightly he began to suck
softly. He did not wish to overwhelm
Seto this way, merely excite him more.
Some other time, he would repeat this more intensely.

He used his tongue and his hand to build a slow, heavy
pressure. He did not bring Seto to the
edge because he did not wish to torture him.
When he pulled away, the air rushing to cool the moisture that lingered,
Seto gasped. Jou reached for the lube he
had retrieved from the drawer.

It being only two days since Seto’s first time, Jou was
nearly reluctant to continue, and vowed to be gentle. He coated his finger and Seto’s entrance in
cool lubricant before penetrating with the first finger. He leaned down and covered Seto’s thigh in
gentle kisses, soothing away the uncomfortable feeling.

Seto adjusted quickly, just as he had their first
night. It seemed despite Jou’s desire to
go slowly, Seto felt no such need. He
bucked forward, again involuntarily, yearning for the heat that had once surrounded
him.

Jou found himself unable to deny the pleading noises that
Seto was making. He leaned back down,
and took Seto’s arousal back into his mouth, while continuing to prepare
him. He was careful not to bring Seto
too close, backing off with his mouth every time the brunette’s panting became
too harsh. He wanted this to last.

Once he was fully prepared, Jou removed his fingers and
mouth all in one motion. Before Seto
could protest, he slid his body up, creating delicious friction for both of
them, until he met Seto’s lips again for another kiss. Seto kissed back heatedly, proving his
desire.

Jou pulled his lips away and moved them back to Seto’s
ear. “Flip over for me.”

Seto did so without question, turning onto his stomach and
his face sideways. He tried to lift
himself up onto his arms but gave up as soon as Jou ran a finger down his
spine. Jou leaned down and caressed
Seto’s ear with his tongue before moving in so his lips moved against Seto’s
ear when he talked.

“You know that shiver
that ran through your whole body every time you looked at me tonight? I’m going to take that shiver, and increase
it until you shudder with the feeling.
I’ll fade the line between bliss and reality, take you between them
until you don’t care which is which, then push you off so hard you won’t know
which side you landed on.”

Seto gave up any control he had over his body and voice,
surrendered to his own desire. He moaned
loudly at the words, and rubbed helplessly against the sheets, trying to releave the pressure.

Jou coaxed Seto’s knees under him, causing his spine to
curve and cheeks to part in a way that made Jou’s cock twitch. Despite his desire to make this last, he
couldn’t wait any longer. He wrapped his
hands around Seto’s thighs, and pulled the brunette towards him while he pushed
in.

Seto moaned appreciatively, his consuming desire masking any
pain he might have felt. He went limp,
Jou’s hands the only thing keeping him in position. Slowly, Jou began to thrust in and out,
drawing deep throated moans from Seto as he did so.

Jou leaned forward, and reached under Seto with his
hand. He wrapped his fingers around
Seto’s still wet erection, and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Seto’s body jerked, and he began to thrust in
time with Jou.

It was slow, sensual, and hard. Seto felt his orgasm build and build, the
pressure in his groin increasing past what he thought himself capable of. He pleaded for Jou to hurry, to finish him,
but the blonde did not break the slow, steady rhythm he had set.

His body reached his limit, he shuddered as he came explosively
into Jou’s hand and onto the sheets. Jou
kissed his spine, and only then increased his
pace. He emptied himself into
Seto only moments later, before collapsing onto the brunette in a breathless,
sweaty heap.

It took several minutes for their breathing to even out, and
the sweat on their bodies began to cool.
Jou could feel the muscles in his legs begin to ache from their
position, and he could only imagine Seto felt the same.

The brunette was stretched out on his stomach, pillowing his
head on his arms. The only thing that
told Jou he wasn’t asleep was his eyes were half opened.

Jou flipped and sat cross-legged beside him, rubbing his
arms which were sore from holding Seto up.

“How can you sit up after that?” came Seto’s voice.

Jou grinned down at him.
“Come on, it’s not that hard.” He
bent over the bed, purposely giving Seto a great view of his ass, until he
found his discarded pants. He dug into
his back pocket for his cigarettes.

“I can’t believe,” Seto said after another pause, while flipping
onto his back “that your friends think you are a prude.”

Jou turned so that he was facing Seto, still sitting
up. After lighting his cigarette he bent
over Seto and kisses his bruised lips.
“I don’t exactly show them the side of me that I show you.”

Seto sat up, groaning as he did so. When the brunette reached out to take the
cigarette from him, Jou expected the lecture that he usually got from Yugi. Instead, Seto
put it between his own lips and breathed in deeply, before handing it
back. Jou decided it had to be the
single hottest thing he’d ever seen.

A spot of red caught Jou’s eye, and he bent back over to
recover the long forgotten rose from the floor.
He spun it between his fingers, analyzing the perfectly red color.

“Des likes red roses,” he said after a moment.

“Really?” Seto asked, not even attempting to understand why
this was relevant until Jou explained it.

“Every time Des starts feeling down, I bring her roses. I’ve been giving away roses for years. But I can honestly say, this is the first
time I’ve ever received them.” He turned
a bright smile on Seto.

“What would your friends say if they knew you wanted to
receive flowers on dates?” Seto asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jou smirked, and leaned over Seto, using his position to
wipe the look of Seto’s face. “Probably
the same thing they’d say if they knew how I make you moan.”

Seto actually blushed, and Jou laughed, giving him a long
kiss to make up for it. He set his
cigarette on a metal coaster beside Seto’s bed.
“I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.”
He pulled the covers up and over both of them. Seto leaned back into the pillow, and was
surprised when Jou’s arms came around him to hold him.

“You don’t have to baby me,” Seto defended.

“Oh, Seto, come on.
You always try so hard. Don’t you
want to know what it feels like to just lay back and let somebody take care of
you?”

Seto recognized the quote instantly, and didn’t
protest. He fell asleep in Jou’s arms.

(Ykarzel’s Constant Chatter:
Don’t smoke, it’s bad for you, it’s just hot on fictional characters. Never on
real people. Credit for this lemon goes to my benniepoo, because if he hadn't dirty talked me the entire time I wouldn't have been able to write it. So, this isn’t the
end! Submit is the next and last of this
series. Keep an eye out for it. It's set to release around the end of February.Heh.)
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