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Title: Thirst (1/?)

Author: Ykarzel

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: S/J

Beta: Shadow Laura *glomp* I�m sorry I fell asleep, kitten!! Also
ever helpful Sonja, and my sweet Benniepoo

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I wish they were mine. If they were mine I�d rent them out for our perverse usage. Alas, they
are not.

Word Count: 2349

Summary: Sequel to Hunger.
Though he�s always there to sate Jou�s hunger, Seto finds himself facing
a thirst of his own.

He was actually lying when he said one had nothing to do
with the other. Because it really was
their bathroom trysts that had started it.
Sort of.

Seto had learned not to wait around; he was required to
leave first. If he stalled they�d both
be held up longer, and secrecy required a certain amount of promptness. This time it was particularly risky, as the
last bell had just rung. He made his way
out into the school yard and paused against a tree to catch his breath, trying
to make it look casual.

He wasn�t sure how Jounouchi managed to come out with his
friends. Still, he must have rushed out,
because he still looked mussed. When
they walked past Seto could hear them talking.

�Are you sure you�re alright, Jou?�

�I�m fine Yuge, I just fell asleep last period, that�s all.� He stretched and rubbed his neck, as if to
accent that sleeping on a desk was uncomfortable. Seto knew why his neck hurt.

In that brief moment, just as they were passing in front of
Seto, Jounouchi�s eyes were closed as he stretched. That was all it took; he tripped on a root
and fell to his knees at Seto�s feet.

He knew he had to say something. Otherwise people would ask why. He snorted condescendingly. �Finally learning to bow to your master, mutt?�

Jounouchi was on his feet instantly, and Seto spared a
moment to marvel at his ability to recover quickly. �Fuck you, Kaiba,
you�re no better than me!�

He blinked, slightly shocked. How was it that Jounouchi could be on his
knees with his face in Seto�s crotch, and then standing in front of him
insisting their equality only five minutes later? He knew Jounouchi got off on feeling used and
low; it had become pretty obvious.

And that was how it started.
Before, outside of their bathroom meetings, he hadn�t thought of
Jounouchi as much more than an annoying mutt. Now he was contemplating Jounouchi�s
motivation.

The next time he followed Jounouchi�s tapped code, he knew
afterwards he wanted something more.
When he was hot, when he was a man trapped in a desert, Jounouchi could
drop him into a bucket of ice. But though
it cooled him down, it didn�t do anything to quench his thirst.

It was timing, really; his creeping desire for something
more than sexual relief and his sudden curiosity of what made Jounouchi tick
occurred simultaneously.

He�d had crushes before. Not often, but a few times before, and all of
them had resulted in a relationship.

Relationships were tricky.
He never let Seto Kaiba be a part of a relationship, but rather just
Seto. He refused to let his business
persona poison everything. But somehow,
it always went wrong. Suddenly, his
partner had a father who wanted to make a deal, or there was a charity that
desperately needed his help. Every time,
Seto Kaiba was forced to step in and break it off. But, he refused to give up and he always managed
to convince himself that the next one would be different.

Seto was very different than Seto Kaiba. Seto was much more honest; much more
real. He was reluctant to allow
Jounouchi to see that in him right away, but he refused to allow his own insecurities
to keep him from going after something he wanted.

He waited by the same tree.
It had only been a day since they had met in secret, and he knew it
would be at least two more before they did again. Seto had planned it that way; he didn�t want
this mixed up in any of that.

It was amazing how they always walked in a group. Like the way girls always go to the bathroom
in pairs. There was no chance of ever
catching him alone.

Seto waited until they were directly in front of him before
pushing himself off of the tree. �Jounouchi.�

The blonde stopped and turned, his shoulders already squared
for a fight, his face guarded. Seto
noted that he lost a lot of his attractive quality when his eyes narrowed like
that.

�What is it Kaiba?�

�I want to talk to you for a minute.�

Jounouchi�s shoulders grew stiffer, and Seto witnessed a
flash of fear pass over his face that would never have occurred if it were just
a fight they were heading for.

�So talk.�

Seto rolled his eyes and turned. He walked away, confident that the blonde
would follow. He heard Jounouchi behind
him, rushing to catch up.

�Hold it, Kaiba, I ain�t chasing you across the world. If you�ve got something to say, then say it.�

Seto stopped when he felt they were out of hearing range of the
little group watching; waiting for a need to intervene. He turned to Jounouchi, who was panting as
though running had taken his breath away.
Seto raised an eyebrow. Jounouchi
really was frightened.

�Are you doing anything this afternoon?�

His eyes narrowed further.
Seto decided upon closer inspection that he was still attractive angry,
just in a very different way. �Why?�

�I�d like you to come over.�

Seto�s cell phone chose that moment to ring loudly. Glancing at his watch, he swore under his breath. �I have to go,� he said, already fishing the
still ringing phone out of his pocket.
�I should be home around four.
The door will be unlocked.
Kaiba,� he bit sharply into the phone, turning and walking away from the
staring Jounouchi.

Jou remained where he was, watching Kaiba walk away, his
mind reeling. In the distance, he heard
Honda telling the others to stay where they were.

�Jou?� Honda asked, coming around
in front of him. �What happened?�

Jou shook his head to wake himself from his thoughts. Honda really was good at protecting his
secret. �He,� Jou paused, �he asked me
to come over to his place.�

Honda�s eyes narrowed.
�For what?�

Jou swallowed and kept his voice low so the others wouldn�t
hear. �He didn�t say, but, I think we both
know.�

Honda ran a hand through his hair with a muttered
�damn�. �What are you going to do?�

Jou bit his lip, his mind running through the choices and
the possible outcomes. �I think I have
to go.�

�Why?� Honda asked, taken aback by Jou�s answer.

Jou�s voice fell to a harsh whisper. �Because I don�t want to
have to go back to the Tea Room.�
He grabbed Honda�s arm. �Do you
know how dangerous that can be? I�ve
been damn lucky so far.�

�You mean you haven�t been back there since he�� Honda faded away, as he really wasn�t sure what it was
Jou and Kaiba had going on.

Jou shook his head. �Haven�t needed to. I
mean, I know it�s Kaiba, but,� he shook his head,
�hell it works because he is Kaiba.�

�Jou,� Honda said warningly.
�You�ve never,� he paused, and waved his hand to imply his meaning, �you
know, on request.�

�I know that.� Jou
said harshly. He pulled on Honda�s
arm. �Come on, they�re wondering what�s
wrong. Make something up.� He dragged Honda back over to their friends
and let the brunette do the talking while he thought about what he was going to
do.

� � � = � � �

Seto looked at his watch as he opened the front door. It was four
fifteen. He sighed with relief
as he stepped inside. He hated going
into the office after school. He was
supposed to be back by four, but very rarely did he actually make it home by
then.

He took off his shoes and dropped his keys by the door. He usually drove himself around during the
school year; his schedule was too chaotic to bother with a driver. Besides, he didn�t mind driving.

�Hey.�

His attention jerked up to see Jounouchi standing awkwardly
at the end of the foyer.

�Jounouchi,� Seto said quietly. �I�m sorry I�m late. I was held up. Were you waiting long?�

�No,� Jou lied. He
shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at Kaiba.

�You didn�t have to wait out here,� Seto said, opening the
door that led into the greeting room.
�Come on in.�

Jou walked past him into the room. It was the first time he�d been in the Kaiba
estate. Mokuba had invited him once or
twice but he�d refused because of the chance of Kaiba�s presence.

Kaiba led them away from the greeting room, which looked
like it had never been touched. They
entered a smaller room, with a large television in the center and various game
systems scattered in front of it. This
room felt lived in; the couch cushions were faded in the center and the carpet
needed vacuumed.

�Where�s the kid?� Jou asked, reminded of Mokuba by the game
systems.

�He�s not due home for another twenty minutes,� Seto
answered.

�Oh,� Jou said, looking around. �Then I guess here is fine.�

�Fine?� Seto asked.

Jou really just wanted to get this over with and go home. He squared his shoulders and summoned
courage. Walking over to Seto, he
dropped down to his knees in front of him.

Seto stared at him, unsure as to what exactly Jou was
doing. The blonde waited, but nothing
happened. Realizing Kaiba probably wanted
him to do all the work, he reached for the brunette�s pant button.

�What are you doing?� Seto exclaimed, grabbing Jou�s hand
away from him.

�I�m,� Jou stopped, looking up into Seto�s shocked eyes,
�you,� he paused again, �I mean, you want, don�t you?�

�No!� Seto said, grabbing Jou�s elbow and pulling him to his
feet. �No, I didn�t bring you here for
that!�

�You didn�t?� Jou whispered.
Before he even had a chance to think about it, the relief washed over
him. He didn�t want to be Kaiba�s
personal whore.

Seto watched him curiously, again questioning what made
Jounouchi act the way he did. �If you didn�t want to, then why?�

Jou shook his head, waking himself from his relief. He did not want to be questioned. �I don�t need your sympathy, Kaiba. I don�t need to be understood. I�m not some charity case.�

�It has nothing to do with that!� Seto insisted quickly.

�Well then why am I
here?� Jou shot back, going on the defense without even considering it.

It was Seto�s turn to stutter. �Well, I mean, I just,� he stopped, closing
his mouth with a snap, refusing to make a bigger idiot of himself. Jou stared at him, and the visual pressure
caused Seto�s cheeks to tinge a light pink.

When Jou�s eyes went wide with comprehension, the tops of
Seto�s ears changed to match his cheeks.
�You�ve got to be shitting me.�

Seto turned away from Jounouchi�s eyes, and busied himself
brushing imaginary dust off of the nearest surface.

Usually, at a moment like this, Jou would make a smart
comment and leave as fast as he could without looking like he was running. But Kaiba�s odd behavior kept him where he
was. That, and
he really couldn�t just run out. If he
pissed the brunette off, then his secret could-

He stopped that train of thought with a shake of his
head. �This has nothing to do with
that?� he asked, breaking Kaiba out of his own thoughts.

�Clarify,� Seto said carefully.

�This,� Jou answered passionately, gesturing wildly at the
whole room with his hands. �It has
nothing to do with,� he paused, his hands falling to his sides and his eyes
sliding away from Kaiba�s, �that.�

�No, it doesn�t.�

�So,� Jou pressed on, �if I ran out that door right now
laughing, it wouldn�t affect that.�

Seto glared at him, hurt by his statement. His response came through clenched
teeth. �If that�s the way you want it,
then fine. One has absolutely nothing to
do with the other.�

Jou let out a relieved sigh.
�I don�t think you�d want me to be staying just because I feel like I�m
being blackmailed.�

Seto�s anger at Jounouchi ebbed as he considered that. It hadn�t crossed his mind; it�d never
occurred to him to blackmail the blonde.
�You�re not,� he answered.

�Right,� Jou responded, running a hand through his
hair. He glanced at Kaiba and shook his
head slowly. This was all too
weird. �I�m going to go.�

Seto had mistakenly thought that Jounouchi�s comment on
staying meant he was actually going to stay, and jerked around to stare at
him. The blonde was eyeing his shoelace
like it had offended him, and had shoved both of his hands into his pocket.

Kaiba�s silence made Jou feel like he should explain. �It�s just, I thought you just wanted�� he
trailed off, blushing at his own actions.
�Still,� he added, almost defensively.
�How was I supposed to know? And
it�s just,� he trailed off again, losing his words.

Seto turned around so his back was to Jounouchi, which would
allow Seto to be hurt without showing the other anymore of Seto Kaiba�s
counterpart.

�It�s weird,� Jou finally managed, attempting and failing to
find a more mature adjective to describe the situation. �So I�m just going to go.�

�Then do it,� Seto stated, keeping his voice dispassionate.

Jou flinched when Kaiba spoke. He�d gone back to normal, and rather than
that being comforting, it really made him feel like he�d lost some sort of
game. �I�m going,� he answered, �it�s
just��

Seto sighed, waiting for Jounouchi to get himself together
enough to just go away. He didn�t like
to be turned down. If fact, he tried to
think of a time before that it had happened and couldn�t.

�It�s just,� Jou started again. �If you invite me over again, I�ll try to
stay longer, okay?� He suddenly felt
like he�d said too much, and hurried back towards the door that they�d come
through.

Seto froze at Jounouchi�s words. He heard the blonde leave the room, but he
wasn�t able to move himself in order to follow.
But maybe it was best that way.
Jounouchi needed to run, and he just needed to wait.

Three days in a desert is not really that much worse than
two.
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