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[ It's not like things have been chaotic since he left.

Yuugi slipped out in the night and things got even duller. He gave up on school - there wasn't any chance that he would graduate or go anywhere, anyway, and got a part-time job. He tried to keep his nose out of trouble, just in case Yuugi came back. He spent some more time with Shizuka. He tried to keep up with what was going on at the school with everyone through Honda, who was scraping by. He had more drive about academics than Jou did, after all.

Otherwise, he tried to just keep out of the house, only checking in for sleep and the mail. His dad didn't dare find out he left school. He didn't want to see how that fight would go, if he cared at all. He's sure it'd end up with a neighbor calling the police again.

He tried not to start fights, to get his hands dirty with stealing too much or being places he shouldn't be. He tried to keep to the better parts of town... but there's only so much he can do to avoid things the stink of a street punk attracted to him.

Fights still happened. Sometimes, he still stole, when he had to. Sometimes, he got a mouth on him and told off the wrong people. He couldn't help what came naturally to him and he couldn't help his need to lash out when he felt all alone now.

It sucks that he's ended up here, on the steps in front of Seto Kaiba's home, of all places, but where else could he go after a fight like that? He can take on a lot of guys, but not when he's caught off-guard. He won in the loosest sense, but getting away became top priority once the other guys were down. They'd get up again in no time and hunt him down.

So he climbed the fence, one shoe missing, jacket gone and hands stiff from throwing punches. He ended up on the other side and ambled his way to the steps that lead up to the door.

He wonders how long he can stay out here, just perched in the dying light outside of one Seto Kaiba's house, dribbling blood from his lips and nose onto his pristine stairs and filling the perfect air with tobacco smoke as he tries to figure out what the hell to do, or where the hell to go.

His answer comes in a hand hauling him up by the scruff of his shirt and dragging him inside, a voice berating him with who's and why's and cursing. He barely recognizes the voice, but he's sure it's one of Seto's henchman, dragging him in for a brief interrogation before preparing to boot him out.

Nice safe spot while it lasted. ]

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[ Jounouchi feels patronized by the first words he speaks. He knew he should have just cussed him out and left it at that. Being honest with a guy like Seto Kaiba, who can't respect any other human being on earth, is a waste of energy. He just thought he owed him an honest answer if he was pushing for it. Obviously, it was an answer that meant less than dirt to him.

This really is all convenience. This is all him just minding his own self, not Jou. No, he doesn't give a shit about him. He doesn't want him to, probably. What's it worth, to have someone like this mind his feelings at all?

He'll repay his debt later, then bail out in the morning. He'll make sure to never come back here. There's really no where to go for him in this world anymore, is there? His safe haven already flew off in the night. ]

Yeah, I do, but there you sit, on your high horse. Just shut up already....

[ He shuts up himself, looking down at his plate, gripping his fists and grinding his teeth.

He hates today. He hates going back to this life. He hasn't been this angry since before he befriended Yuugi. He feels like he's slid backwards. ]

[ usually "shut up" is what gets told to him after he's said something particularly close-cutting. now? perhaps it's just the truth finally getting to jonouchi. he was strong enough to rise above his circumstances, even if it took crawling hand-over-hand and using cruel, dirty tricks to outwit his adoptive father. jonouchi doesn't have the same strength. and perhaps it's not even his fault that he's been crushed into the dirt, but the world doesn't care whose fault it is; the world doesn't care about the circumstances you've been given.

kaiba frowns to himself and walks over with his food, biting the inside of his cheek when he stops beside jonouchi's chair. it's some kind of self-flagellation for what he does next — picking up jonouchi's plate and replacing it with his own, knife and fork deposited beside it. he unsinks his teeth to speak, just to be sure he doesn't think he's taken that command seriously. ]

Take it.

[ it's all his food, anyway. he returns to the microwave, claiming jonouchi's plate for himself. ]

Edited 2016-01-23 03:42 (UTC)

[ Jounouchi stews for the long moment he's left alone in quiet, waiting for Kaiba to take his food out of the microwave and sit down so he can get through the same.

It doesn't come. Instead, Kaiba gives him his hot plate of food and leaves Jou looking baffled at it. He furrows his brow, but says nothing at first.

Some kind of peace offering, letting him eat first? He can't make any sense of this man. He never has.

He ends up muttering a thanks and watches him return to the microwave before digging into his food.

He's never had steak. This is pretty new. ]

[ after seto's heated his food and grabbed another knife and fork, he sits at the head of the table to eat in silence. jonouchi's grievances aside, they don't have anything to say to one another, do they? after tomorrow, it won't matter what they do or don't have to say, because this strange truce will have ended. as long as jonouchi is a guest in his home, the only choice they have is to keep to some modicum of civility.

after that, they won't have to worry about these things anymore. personally, he looks forward to it.

his meal — the same as jonouchi's, even he has a favorite food — is gone soon enough, and then he's standing again to put the dishes in the sink with a clatter. as he walks past the table, he stops and speaks. ]

I'm going to bed. If you need something, ask the staff.

[ Jou watches him from the corner of his eye as he speaks and leaves the room. Of course he'd say that. Jou's not about to ask him for any favors, anyway. He'll find it himself or he'll ask one of the less menacing looking staff members.

He washes the dishes in the sink by force of habit before he leaves. He doesn't leave a mess after himself if he can help it. It's not out of courtesy to Kaiba, but instead, maybe, to the staff that are on the same level at himself.

He almost gets lost going back to his 'room' for the night, but he makes it, falling on the bed and covering his eyes, trying to calm back down. His nose and cheeks ache from bruising. This gums feel like they're throbbing. Maybe he should have just taken a piece of cake and called it a day, but Kaiba would have teased him and when would he have something like steak again?

Still... food, a roof, protection... all coupled with Kaiba's attitude - he could not let this hang. He couldn't let him have a favor on him, should they ever cross again. It wasn't in his nature, but he didn't have anything to give him. There's nothing Kaiba could want for in this world, was there? Not when he had what seemed like half the Japanese economy at his damn fingertips.

He runs his hand down his chest and rests his splayed palm across his belly. ]

Not like he's gonna think any better of me any time soon...

[ Not that he wanted him to, but he's got one thing to give over as some kind of payment and at the very least, it'd keep Kaiba hushed up until morning. If his 'reputation' is so vital, he won't let this kind of thing slip out, either.

He waits, not wanting to risk causing little Mokuba any stress, before he sighs and slips out of the guest room. He has to wander around for a while to find Kaiba's bedroom, eventually asking a maid on her way to her quarters, and only manages to get there by sheer luck.

He doesn't bother to knock. He'd just get the door slammed in his face. Instead, quietly, he opens the door part way. ]

Hey...

[ after he leaves, seto goes to mokuba's room to make sure he's eaten (he has, a burger with fries and a slice of chocolate cake) and to tell him goodnight. then he returns to his own room — not the office from before, but his bedroom — and dresses down for the evening, exchanging his dark sweater and slacks for cotton pajamas. he spares a few minuets to watch the world outside his room, feeling the strange sense of deja-vu he always does when he thinks too long on that year he was trapped inside his own body, inside his own head, left to sit for long hours in front of these very windows.

it hasn't quite been two years since he woke up, has it?

when he gets into bed, he doesn't immediately lie down to sleep. it's not just that he's feeling restless, but sleep never comes to him all that easily. it never has, not since they were sent away from their family.

he's dozing, not quite thinking about anything, when he hears the sound of the door opening. the gauzy veil of sleep is immediately lifted from over his head, but he's still too shocked by his presence to remember to be rude. seto squints toward the silver of light bisecting his room. ]

Jonouchi?

Edited 2016-01-23 05:53 (UTC)

[ When Jou hears his voice, he slides his way inside. A part of him feels a little sick at himself, that he's sunk so low that this means nothing to him. Where'd his pride go?

He might have been kicking and screaming at him before, but as much as it was annoyance at him, it was annoyance at everything else. Everything in his life that had sunk him down so low, brought him up, and then dropped him again. He swallows and shuts the door behind him, locking it as a courtesy. He keeps his voice low. ]

Listen. I don't plan to owe you for... any of this. So I'm gonna do something for you. You don't... have to do a thing. I'll do it all just-- bare with me and enjoy it. If you don't, I'll stop, you just tell me... so... y'know, you can just stay there, alright?

[ His voice tapers off, a lot smaller than its ever been around Seto Kaiba, but it takes a lot of his gumption to just be here, ready to do this. He walks across the room and sits on the edge of the bed, not looking at him. ]

[ there's an urge in him to interrupt and tell jonouchi to get out of his room if it isn't urgent, but seto's never heard quite that tone of voice directed at him before. whether it's curiosity or something else that stops him, he couldn't name it, he only knows it's enough to let jonouchi get through his fumbling explanation. what could jonouchi possibly do for him? honestly, he can't think of a single thing he could offer. there certainly isn't anything he would ask for. he's about to say so, before he comes over and sits on the bed.

the way his weight makes the mattress dip gives him a ridiculous thought. which he quickly comes to realize might not be so ridiculous after all, by the set of jonouchi's shoulders, and the way his back is turned. ]

You...

[ all he can do is stare at the back of his neck, the silver of skin above the collar of his shirt. what else would he have to give him? no is really the only answer, but the word won't materialize on his tongue. he shouldn't do this, but he can't say that either. he's seto kaiba, he can do whatever he wants. if this is just... a transaction, then...

it would be something he could hold over on him. wouldn't it? that's the thought that lets him open his mouth again, even if the rest of him is perfectly aware that it works both ways. ]

... All right. Fine.

[ He feels the hairs on his neck bristle at the simple agreement. It's so fluid and straightforward... just like him, to tell the true.

He hears himself sigh before he shifts on the bed. ]

Keep the lights off. Heh, you can just shut your eyes and think of someone else, right?

[ It's not like Seto could see him, and as far as he can tell, the kitchen was the last time he'd ever see his face again. They have no reason to cross paths in the future. The worst case scenario, the next time he lays eyes on him, it'll be in a police report or maybe an obituary. It's hard to tell, with the way his life has gone.

He reaches up to grab the edge of the blankets and pull them down. He aims to grab his knees and push them apart so he can prop himself up between them, but the blankets need to get away first.

Silk, of course. He'll never experience ones like these again. He almost laughs as places his palms against his legs and tries to ease them apart to make space. ]

Just cooperate, for once.

I wasn't going to turn them on.

[ it's the only protest he gets before he feels the air hit his body as jonouchi pulls the duvet down — who in the world would he think of, if he thought of someone else? he's never gone out of the way to think of anyone doing — doing this to him. it's not like he's never thought about it, or never wanted to experience it, but he's had more important things to focus on for the majority of his life. before he started his career, he was only a child. and now —

now jonouchi's hands are on his knees, spreading his legs apart. his mind is analytical, not imaginative. but that doesn't stop his body from shivering. it's a deep shiver, from his core out.

he opts to, for the first and hopefully only time in his life, do what jonouchi says. ]

Jeez, you're so damn tall, aren't you? Look at these legs...

[ He shakes his head, curious as to how he'd ended up so tall. Maybe he's got some Russian or European in his blood... some guys on the mainland are pretty tall, too, right? But with his shocking blue eyes, he wonders sometimes.

He settles down between his thighs, plucking at his waistband before tugging it down, fingers curling underneath both layers of fabric so his knuckles brush against skin. He's got some expectations about a man with an ego and a height like Kaiba's, but it's the kind of expectations any teenage boy with a competitive streak would have. He hadn't thought about him this way before, and he thinks he won't again. There would be no reason to.

He can't see much of anything with his eyes still adjusting, but he can fish around with his fingers below Kaiba's beltline to tug him up and within reach of his mouth. He didn't expect him to excite quick, wondering how long he'll stay lip in his hand. For now, he brushes a testing thumb up his length, feeling instead of observing for once. ]

[ the one disadvantage of keeping the lights off is that he can't anticipate anything jonouchi does in the dark. at the same time as he opens his mouth to say something in response to his grumbling, he feels fingers beneath the waistband of his pajama pants and sucks in a sharp breath of air. it really shouldn't be so surprising, to feel skin against skin, considering what he just agreed to, but his heart is in his throat. an uncharacteristic heat rises to his face that makes him glad he agreed to that first request despite the disadvantage. that's the last thing jonouchi needs to see.

it'd probably be better blackmail material than this, although he doesn't know who he would sell it to. tell his friends and humiliate him? but honestly, he'd rather deal with actual blackmail than that.

his whole body jerks when jonouchi touches his cock, and he digs his fingers into the sheets, something gone taut throughout his whole body. he doesn't try to move away, doesn't try to move closer. but as still as he stays, his body still responds to the fingers groping at him. ]

[ He's surprised that Kaiba's as reactive as he is. He expected him to be stubborn and quiet for as long as he can manage, but already he can feel him fidget and gasp at his hands. He wonders if he's been touched before. He doesn't seem the type to even touch himself, let alone let anyone else, but maybe his readiness means he's gone through this a few times in his life.

Who knows with a weird guy like Kaiba.

He rests his elbow on the mattress, just carefully stroking up the underside of his cock with his thumb to see how much he twitches just from that before his whole hand wraps around hims and he starts to fondle him in his cupped palm. He wonders how likely he is to get hard at all, given the situation. Kaiba would be hellbent to perform in any situation, though, even this. He expects someone so 'focused' to be able to calm enough to warm up to his touches. ]

[ he'd like to be quiet; he'd like to be properly physically in control, but apparently some things are beyond him after all. it doesn't make him feel great about himself, but if jonouchi knew better, he might say that's seto's problem. needing to be best, needing to be better than everyone, is ultimately a an equation for failure. it's another one of those things he'd never admit to himself, that this way of living is untenable, maybe even unsustainable. yuugi's already had to knock sense into him once to keep him from destroying the things he holds dear, but he won't give anymore ground.

instead, he's giving ground now. the muscles in his stomach jump at the insistence of the hand touching him, and he pushes himself down his pillows to lie flat on his back with his jaw clenched tight. it's too dark to see, but it's not pitch black, and right now he'd rather not look at jonouchi at all. his body begins to relax once his eyes are fixed on the canopy

this is stupid, but as long as neither of them admit it out loud, he can pretend his rationale makes sense. ]

[ Jounouchi rests his hands on his free palm against Kaiba's side, rough fingers tucking under his nightshirt to feel the warms of his skin. So even the dragon maniac, Kaiba, has warm skin. It feels nice, but the warmth of another person always feels nice. It's what draws humans to one another, right?

He starts to stroke him in a regular rhythm, glancing up at him to see what he can make out of his face and body. His posture is stiff but settling down. He keeps jumping when he touches him somewhere new, but he hasn't protested yet.

He turns his head and brushes his lips against his thigh. Without really seeing each other, this isn't so bad. For him, it feels a little routine, though more calculated and less frantic than the fumbling he'd done in the past. ]

[ most of his life he went without being touched kindly by other people. his brother was the only company he had, and gozaburo never did anything to encourage solidarity between the two of them. this kind of contact is entirely different, and entirely foreign. his body reacts like any other body, and he's used his hands on himself before, but seeking out someone to put their hands on him? there was never any pressing need to do so. it just wasn't important.

this is... convenience. seto sighs through his nose, and then bites his bottom lip when he feels lips against his skin. digging his teeth in either to stop his body from making some other traitorous sound, or to keep himself from opening his mouth and actually saying something. jonouchi's hands are warm, fingers a little rough against his skin. he lifts his own hands and rubs his face, cock filling at the thought of who's doing this to him. there's just something thrilling about it, is all. ]

[ There's been plenty of times where Jou has felt pain and pleasure from people, to different extremes. He at least has that advantage over Kaiba. He knows what it's like to be treated kindly, but he also knows what it's like to be punished with absolute cruelty. He's got the marks and burns on him to prove it. If he knew he were giving Kaiba one of his few brushes with the kindness of a human hand, he'd probably feel a little bad about it. He's probably not the type of person he wants this close, but with it being a transaction, he doesn't presume a person like Kaiba will tie it to intimacy.

But he's swelling in his hand, so at least he's focusing on what he's doing. Maybe even enjoying it, with the way he's breathing. He catches that sigh and almost smiles to himself as he lets his hand pause and unwrap itself from around his cock, cradling it against his palm. He moves his head again and slides his tongue along the same path his thumb had followed, pausing right before the tip. He breathes against him, drawing his tongue back and speaking close. ]

Feels good, huh?

[ He doesn't expect an answer as he reaches up with his thumb to push against the skin covering the head of his cock, rubbing his tongue against the exposed flesh beneath. ]

[ seto doesn't consider why jonouchi is so willing to do this, if only because it makes sense in his mind. owing anything to anyone is something he knows that they both despise, and owing something to one another—? well, jonouchi knows that if he had anything to hold over his head, he'd find some way to make use of it, even if it wasn't initially his intention to do so.

but he's never claimed to be nice person. they can barely even hold a conversation, so how's that for proof? his guts twist at the idea that it's easier to deal with jonouchi when they're touching. the ragged sound that leaves his mouth when his tongue touches him seems to want to prove the point, and he grimaces, baring his teeth and biting out an unnecessary answer. ]

Yes, damn it, just—

[ ugh. ]

[ His fingers curl against his side, scratching lightly. His fidgets really do surprise him, but sometimes, he has to remember he's the same age, too. His interior doesn't mean his body will be cold and rigid, too. If he can get him going, at least he'll give him a good notch in his headboard. Not a bad deal for food and a roof, if he says so himself.

He hears himself laugh a little as he curses, sliding his tongue under the loose skin and sliding his tongue in a smooth circle around the head. His fingers slide down, holding him in the firm ring of his fingers again, starting to stroke him with slow, confident motions of his wrist. He almost chides him, but he almost wants to hear that impatience in his voice. For him, the only limitation is his jaw getting sore. Other than that, he'll take his time. He has until morning. ]

[ ugh. he hears jonouchi laugh and curses again, but there's nothing he can do to get back at him now. his back curves up off of the bed, all his muscles tightening at the sensation of a rough tongue slid beneath his foreskin. it takes all his willpower to keep from squirming in place, impatient to have more than just the hand moving over him, but all too aware that disturbing what jonouchi's doing will only make this take longer. it would feel unfair, if it weren't him who was doing all the work.

but he told him to lie back and accept it. he's not going to argue about something being given freely. ]

[ Even without looking, he can tell his back has arched off the mattress and he feels himself shiver, always glad to make any partner curl like that. He hasn't done this much but... he knows that satisfaction when he sees it. He tugs at his skin a little further, peeling back his foreskin and replacing his tongue with the warmth of his mouth as he encompasses the tip with it. It's the same salty taste of skin he knows, cleaner than most. He doesn't wreak like a gang kid and it's kind of a nice change.

He's not sure if he can call it a 'reward', but for his active responses, he starts to suck on him hard, his hand moving faster over his cock.

What kind of stamina could a guy like Kaiba have? He wants to know how much he can do, now that he's got his mouth on him. He wants to know what kind of things would satisfy him, to settle his debt forever.

He sucks in a breath through his nose and closes his eyes, focusing on the sound of his breathing. ]

[ that mouth on him — he hisses through his teeth, sure this is a better use for it than jonouchi's usual backtalk. if they never had to talk to each other again, he wouldn't be left wanting, but this is tugging at something that was hidden so deep inside him he wasn't even sure it existed. his breathing comes hard through his nose, before his mouth falls open and he takes to sucking in deep breaths through his mouth. his heels dig into the mattress, legs trembling with the effort it takes to stay still.

it's humiliating to be such an easy touch, but he'll be out of his hair later and no one will ever have to know about this, so what does he really have to worry about? he moves his hands to lift the hem of his pajamas up to his chest, letting the cool air hit his heated skin. there's sweat prickling at his temples, a tingling along his hairline, and he can't quite focus his eyes on the canopy above him anymore.

at least he's not making any more of those embarrassing noises. there's just the sound of his panting and jonouchi's breathing to fill the air. he can feel each warm puff of breath against his skin. ]

[ Jou, on the other hand, is thankful he's an easy touch. This has been a lot easier going than he anticipated. He supposes there's not a lot of time for this kind of thing in Kaiba's oh so busy life.

His mouth slowly starts to slide it's way down further, bit by bit, the motions of his hands growing shorter as he does. He's... nothing to sniff at, but with what he's done, he's got a feeling he can at least fit most of him without having an issue.

With his stomach exposed to him now, he slips his free hand over to splay across his lower stomach, feeling the way his muscles tense under his hand. His breathing is a little more frantic, which is a good enough sign to him, but he hopes to fish out some better sounds from him. This whole thing isn't supposed to bring him any satisfaction, but it's hard not to heat up when you're feeling a body move under your own. ]

[ his ragged breathing picks up as jonouchi's mouth takes him in, hot tongue brushing against the underside, wet heat enveloping his cock. it's at that point he reaches a wall where his self-control won't take him any further, hips shifting with the desire to push in deep. the hand on his exposed stomach doesn't help with the problem of his splintering willpower. no one could have guessed he'd be so easy to break down, but but no one has ever though to strike him here.

although, as far as vulnerable parts go, this one's kind of a given. he must come off as completely frigid.

but of course he does. jonouchi's probably surprised he's getting this much out of him. the thought would be satisfying, if he weren't proving all those expectations wrong. ]

[ Jou hears himself finally let out a soft moan as Kaiba's hips start squirming under his palm again. It's so nice to feel someone so put together come to pieces when he's met with something so human. It almost makes this fun, despite the cold air he feels inside himself. He wonders if he'll start moving. He draws in a breath, trying to prepare for any jerks of his hips, not really in the mood to puke up such a nice dinner in his lap.

A part of him almost wants to encourage him to move in his mouth. He starts to slowly bob his head, hoping for a good outcome from either his body or voice, drawing in a deep breath and hollowing his cheeks. The palm on his stomach presses and rubs a little, trying to silently tell him to calm down a little. ]