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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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[ He teases him, but his tone is hollow. ]

Because you're all covered up. I've gotta make sure.

[ He crawls onto the bed, much less shameful with his whole body exposed. He can't see anything of Kaiba and Kaiba can't see anything of him. At the very least, he won't be able to look at the marks, fresh and old, on Jou's body. He doesn't need snide remarks. He doubts Kaiba will try and touch him, all things considered, so he won't worry about the tenderness of his ribs and stomach.

He crawls his way into Kaiba's lap, straddling his waist and sitting on his thighs. He takes a breath and looks him in the eyes. ]

Don't worry, I won't kiss you.

It's cold. I can cover up if I want to.

[ there's really no bite to it, though, as unusual as that is. he knows it's a lousy excuse (it's not warm, but it isn't all that cold, either) but he can't be expected to come up with an appropriate come-back if he doesn't know why he felt the need to hide himself away in the first place.

his fingers twist in the blankets, and he rubs his knees together; but at least jonouchi can't see and think he's fidgeting. he's not. he just doesn't know what to do with his body. he's never... made this kind of exchange with anyone. the only currency he's well-versed in is monetary. seto bites the inside of his cheek, watching jonouchi without being able to see him. it's only his movement in the dark that gives him away, and then his weight on the bed, his weight on his stomach. his heart picks up again, eager to associate that pressure with what comes next, even though he doesn't know what's going to happen.

that's pretty irresponsible of him. but jonouchi's already paying more than he had thought to ask for, so all he needs to do is accept. it seems like sound logic to him.

his reassurance is — wholly unnecessary. he swallows and glances down at his hands, knowing jonouchi can't see it. ]

I wasn't worried.

[ He feels him fidget under his body, but he makes no comment about it this time. He shouldn't start a fight this close.

Instead, he shifts his weight forward, seeking to notch himself against his body so their hips meet. He's cooled down from before, but it's probably for the best. If he's cold, he'll stay this way, but uncovering him in imminent.

He places the vaseline at their sides and his hands on Kaiba's shoulders and drags in a breath. He's still taller, even when he's sitting just a bit higher than him. Just what did he eat as a kid? He tips his head and bends his back, leaning to sink his teeth gently into his collar bone. Bite too high and he won't be able to cover it. If he bites a little lower, he won't have anything to complain about. He sucks softly, shifting his hips and rolling them forward to create a little testing friction for him, seeing if he responds. ]

[ seto breathes out hard through his nose, just as surprised about the mouth on his body as he is the hands on his shoulders. jonouchi's hands are warm from the shower he took, and his mouth is as hot on his body as it was when his lips were wrapped around his cock. he wonders for a moment if he'll wake up tomorrow and realize that this was all some sort of bizarre dream, but he knows it's a stupid thought. if this were product of his subconscious, his thoughts wouldn't be so divisive, and jonouchi's weight pinning him to the bed wouldn't feel so real.

real enough to push up into with his skinny hips and feel friction, and he's suddenly embarrassed about the duvet because this would be better without it. he doesn't have anything to hide, anyway. but his curiosity reveals itself in his reluctance to take the reigns and push it down himself. jonouchi has never shown himself to be good at strategist, and he's always thought his plans were foolish and mostly based around haphazard bursts of luck. but like this, when there's only one goal and no competition...

this isn't the sort of thing someone like seto should be doing at all. he picks up his hands and places them on jonouchi's knees so he has something to hold onto, licking hips lips and pressing his mouth into a line. ]

I — I can't believe you really offered to do this. Honestly, you must be some sort of masochist.

[ When he feels Kaiba push on the duvet, he shifts himself up and moves his legs to accommodate him getting it out of his way. It's bold for how twitchy Seto had been until now, so when their hips meet, he presses his weight down firmly for him and rubs their bodies together as he kisses lightly up his throat.

His eyebrows raise as he's addressed. Really, he's going to say that while he's on top of him like this? What a buzz kill. But that's the type of person Kaiba is, in the end. He can't just enjoy anything in life. He sinks his teeth into his neck again, hard, but not enough to mark him before lifting his head and speaking near his jaw bone. ]

Yeah, I probably am, but I don't have anything else. You've got a ton of cash, I can't do you any useful favors... but everybody's gotta want to be close to another person sometimes. Even if it's street trash like me. I'm still a body, right?

[ It's a lot more honest than he should have been, but with his voice low, he's sure even Kaiba will ignore it if he wants to. He kisses back down his throat again and sucks a firm bite against his collar again. ]

[ seto hisses through his teeth, but whether it's because of the sudden and immediate friction of jonouchi grinding their hips together or the brush of lips to his throat, it isn't immediately obvious. thankfully for him, there's no way to tell.

he'd rather not know himself. he'd rather he hadn't spoken, either. it's not like either of them is any stranger to trading insults or exchanging harsh words, especially with one another, but the self-loathing coming off of jonouchi makes him flinch. his fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs in response to some welling of emotion in him. ]

God. You're really miserable, aren't you?

[ it isn't surprising, if he's lowered himself to doing this sort of thing, but he sounds surprised. he hadn't considered one might feed into another. jonouchi didn't even have to think, did he? he just decided it that easily, somewhere in between the moment that he offered to allow him to stay and the moment he locked the door of his room behind him. he probably hates himself for doing this with him. he'll probably regret it later, too. it makes him feel sick to his stomach, but his cock is still getting hard. ]

I thought you were supposed to be sickeningly optimistic all the time.

[ Jou doesn't need to hear it, he knows. He's been miserable since Yuugi left, even though he'd tried so hard to just support was his best friend needed to do. He hadn't been lonely for even a day when Yuugi and he decided to be friends, but now that's changed. The adventures, the tournaments, the joy he got with being with his friends - all gone. He doesn't need to hear he's miserable, he feels it.

He grips Kaiba's shoulders, refusing to answer as he buries his nose in the crook of his neck and starts to grind against him hard, trying to shut him up with pleasure. He's doing enough here, isn't he? He doesn't owe him any more words, right? If he can bite at the right spot, move his hips the right way, Kaiba won't give one damn thought about who he is or the storm he's had raging in his head for months.

He moans against the shadow of his throat and slides his arms around his shoulders instead, holding onto him so he can move against him. It's not a hug, not an embrace, he's just holding on to make it easier, isn't he?

That's it. It's nothing, anyway. It's just sex. Millions of people do it. It doesn't mean anything, in the end, if it's between them. It's just a payment, a debt alleviated. ]

[ if jonouchi had anything to say that wasn't an affirmation, he would have said it. what he does instead is enough to shut him up for now, mouth on his throat, bodies pressed flush from chest to groin. without his thoughts to ground him, his focus slips back to the baser things going on between them, like the way his body wants to move beneath him, only wanting more.

jonouchi's arms, when they find their way around his shoulders, grasp like a vice. his breath gets caught in his throat and bursts out in a rush. he wishes he would just — just answer him. it'd be easier to know where they were if he would speak. say something. but he can't catch his breath to fill the air for them, so his response is to find his hips with his hands instead, digs his fingernails into his skin. it probably hurts, but that's what he gets. his lungs are burning and it's his fault. ]

Fuck—

[ seto presses the heels of his hands to the backs of jonouchi's thighs and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to crush them even closer together. god, his head is swimming. he needs to breathe. breath normally. but he's too hot, and the body on top of him too heavy. ]

[ His split second plan works and he feels a lot better, not talking about him. Kaiba's never wanted to talk about him before now, so why start today? This works out better for him, moving skin to skin and mouthing against the skin under his lips, sucking where he can and letting his teeth dig and brush at the softer parts of his shoulder.

The hands on his hips catch him off guard, the bite of Kaiba's fingertips making his breath catch as he groans low, muffled by his body. His hips jerk as he's forced closer and needier sounds leave him. He makes no effort to catch his breath or get his tongue. They can't slip into conversation, can't break the carnality of their meeting here. He doesn't want it to go that way. It has to stay simple, but he fears it's beyond that point already. ]

[ nothing coming from jonouchi should turn him on this much, but he's already come down his throat once tonight. it's past the time he could have said he it wouldn't reach him, past the time that he could have denied, that he could have said he wouldn't be good enough. his fingernails dig in deep with skin-breaking force, hands shaking from the pressure. even his thin wrists have enough strength in them to do this. he may not pick fights on the streets like jonouchi does, but he's found some use for physical strength.

the friction between them is becoming slippery with sweat and precome, undoing all the good that shower did him. his head tips back to rest against the headboard, exposing his throat. he's just catching his breath. ]

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[ Jou feels himself wince as Kaiba's nails really bite into him, digging into his flesh with a harshness he expects. It draws a gasp out of him before he ends up nearly whining, clutching him for a second and pausing finally to catch his breath. He keeps close, trembling, reaching back to the vaseline as his whole body demands he get on with it before he runs out of patience.

He rests his forehead against Kaiba's shoulder as he fumbles with the lid of the vaseline and digs his fingers into it. He pushes back against his tight palms to make some space between their heated bodies, giving them both a short break as he spreads a shared amount of the thick substance between his fingers and slips one hand between them, the other behind his back. He grasps Kaiba's cock as he had before and starts stroking him quickly as his other hand reaches down to push one finger inside himself. He's fine with doing all the work, it was what he assumed would happen from the moment he started this. At least this way, he has to focus on what he's doing and not on what either of their stupid mouths had decided to spit out. ]

[ of course, he hasn't been able to anticipate anything jonouchi's done since they decided to go through with this, so it isn't any wonder that he doesn't expect it when he stops to lift himself, and then the return to friction and sensation when he wraps his slick hand around him. he only has the vaguest idea of what he's about, head fuzzy from the feeling of a hand on his cock. his hands slide from jonouchi's hips down to his knees, but not without leaving trails of raised skin behind, tender welts that are sure to fade before the morning comes and jonouchi can see them.

seto's panting is harsh in the otherwise silent room, with only jonouchi's breathing to compete with his volume. he presses his shoulders back into his stacked up pillows, leverage so he can lift his hips into the hand that's gripping him. all he needs is a little more. he should be trying to impress, but what does it matter when he's half naked and gasping for breath? this is the last time they're going to see each other anyway.

it should make him feel better. ]

[ Jou lets him move, tipping a little in his lap when he pushes up into his palm. He is rushing a little more than he planned, but things got more serious than he wanted and now he's trying to keep them both far too preoccupied for anything else.

And then. He can walk away... he can leave forever.

His arm is going to ache from reaching back like he is, but prepping himself means he's one step closer to getting Kaiba's mind off their brief conversation completely. He adds a finger at a time and keeps his head hung, mumbling that it won't be long. ]

[ by jonouchi's posture, he gets the idea of what he's planning on, although his mind is more intent on the places where they're touching. he watches, or tries to watch despite the darkness, through heavily lidded eyes, chest rising and falling, fingers fastened tight. he measures his breathing, tries to steady his hands. it's not a pause exactly, but he'd be stupid to interrupt him just because he's getting impatient again. but if he's impatient, then he doesn't know what jonouchi is.

something that he said made him stop talking, but strangely he can't identify what it might have been. in retrospect, his unhappiness was obvious, so... maybe he didn't want it to be, or...

it's frustrating that he can't figure it out. he doesn't care, but he should know nevertheless. ]

[ With the way things are right now, both of them tense and awkward and waiting, it feels like it takes forever. Eventually, his fingers slip out of his own body and he reaches back to grasp the headboard with one hand, holding tight. ]

Stay still...

[ It's a breathless command as his other hand holds onto Kaiba's cock to guide it, lowering his body onto him slowly. With this, at least, he's careful. He knows he should grab a condom from his wallet, but to break the rhythm they're in now would open a new space for talk. Instead, he settles for biting his lip and sinking down on him until he's sitting flush in his lap. The sensation is a lot for him when he's become so vulnerable. He takes a moment to breathe and finds himself replacing his arms around Kaiba's shoulders, resting his face against his collar bone. Being this close to anyone... it doesn't matter who it is. This is meaningless sex, he keeps reminding himself of that, but his heart has been hurting and he wants to hold onto something solid for just a moment. ]

[ whatever unsteady footing he was beginning to gain is tugged out from underneath him when jonouchi sits in his lap. the sensation of tight heat on all sides tugs a humiliating sound unmercifully from his still exposed throat, and his twitching fingers dig in deep again, leaving more purpling crescent-shaped marks. at least they're in places where nobody will see them. he doesn't know if jonouchi left any visible evidence of himself across his collarbone, but he'll find out in the morning. it doesn't matter. he has clothes he can cover up with, anyway.

his breath comes in heavy gasps, aided by the suffocating feeling of jonouchi pressed warmly flush against him once he wraps his arms around his shoulders again, collarbone digging against his cheekbone, chest nudging against his when he breathes in. he has half a mind to push him off but can't go through with it, tells himself it'll just make things take longer when this was never meant to be drawn out. jonouchi's hair is tickling his chin. he grimaces at himself, at jonouchi, at this situation, and at the excuses he made to get here.

and then he makes more of them; reminds himself this is nothing more than a transaction, reminds himself that he has to move, although when he does his whole body curls with it. it's too much so soon after the first time.

his head hits the headboard again, tilted back, teeth sunk into his lower lip. he takes his hands off of his legs and grabs at his hips instead, fingers scrabbling at his lower back, the flat expanse above his tailbone as he tries to push him down even harder. if he lifts with his hips he can almost raise them both off the bed, but jonouchi is too heavy. ]

[ That sound runs through him, making him shiver as he pushes himself closer to his body, panting softly against his skin. A year ago, the thought of this situation would have gagged him. But now look at him, here waiting desperately for his body to relax so he can start moving on him.

Other than their hiccups of conversation... this wasn't terrible, was it? Maybe they've stressed themselves out, now, but until that moment... was it so bad?

He feels Seto's hips jump and grind up into him as his weight shifts. He hears his breath catch as he gasps and moans low in his throat. ]

Wait, wait... hold on, stay still, it's easier if I--

[ He lets him go and reaches back, both palms finding holds on the backboard. At least Kaiba's motion had snapped him back to the reality of the moment. He digs his knees into the mattress and starts to move, slowly but with long rises and falls. ]

Just be... mmm... a little patient... and... it'll be fine...

[ if jonouchi asked him the question he's asking himself — his answer would be obvious, when considering who it's coming from, but if he were really being truthful... that's a laugh, though. he can't even be hones twith himself. he ignores jounouchi's warnings, but can't work up the strength to do anything else before he's let him go and started moving. he slides down his pillows with his eye squeezed shut, the air cool on his stomach and on his chest where his pajama shirt is sticking to his skin. his throat works, but he can't form any words in response.

past that, he forgets all about the petty things he would have said. he doesn't have any attention to spare for anything but figuring out how to make his hips meet jonouchi's at the right time. ]

[ Jou lets him slip down under him, scooting his body to follow and stay connected. He wasn't sure if it meant he was relaxing or if he was getting overwhelmed by the situation now, but he keeps moving slow, in case he's asked to stop. He mumbles a little praise for him, out of habit more than anything, and slides his hands down the headboard to rest and brace on Kaiba's chest instead.

He hears his breath grow heavy again as he slides him in and out of his body, feeling those hips raise up to meet him as he drops his weight down, manageable now that he's not as frantic. He moans quietly, sure that his gaze is still distant in the dark. Without the talk, he can just focus outside of himself like this. It's a lot easier that way. ]

[ the silence is more bearable after that failure of a conversation, and the way the body on top of his is moving eases his quickly beating heart. at least it gives him enough sense of himself to to succeed in settling into a rhythm, in order to make this go more smoothly. it's a simple equation, or at least it should be — it's not like he doesn't know how to get off. just because there's another person involved shouldn't make that much of a difference.

regardless of the newness of the situation, or the impossibility of who he's doing this with. jonouchi's hands are heavy on his chest with his weight bearing down. his hands are slipping from his back, sliding down his thighs to rest at his knees again, squeezing in response to the building pressure and the sounds that jonouchi is making. he's still trying to swallow his own, make sure nothing escapes, and doing a poor job of it. he can bite his bottom lip as hard as he likes, but it can't mute the low groaning in this throat, or the sound of his breathing. ]

[ Something in him is pleased that even a nice bed like this creaks when bodies are moving on it. As he pushes down on his chest and drops himself harder every time his body comes down to be flush with Kaiba's thighs, he hears the way the springs move under their combined weights and thinks it sounds better than the muffled thumps the floor under his futon would provide.

He's not shy about his own voice. He wants to discover what ways Kaiba will flinch and grip his knees if he hears the way he can dredge up sound of pleasure from his gut. If he's going to shake him, he wants to shake him the right way. He can't call it 'impressive', but something that sticks at least one positive note of him in Kaiba's thick, stupid skull. Swallowing his pride and the saliva gathered under his tongue, he parts his lips and moans out his name, his given name--

Seto...

with purpose. It's a better gut punch, a better way to get him to flinch inside him. He has submitted to doing it all, as his payment for all of this unwarranted kindness, but he wants to see what he'll do, how he'll move, when he hears his name groaned out in that erotic kind of way. ]

[ hearing his given name out of katsuya jonouchi's mouth is almost as shocking as the way he says it. loaded not with meaning but with intent. and he should know better, know that he's trying to rile him up, or get under his skin, or at the very least have an effect that would leave a lasting impression, leave a mark, but he's slipped too far outside of his own reach to be thinking about any of this. his thoughts won't focus, senses converged on the places where they're moving against one another.

it's enough that he does flinch, not only mentally but bodily as well, heat rising to his face along with his self-awareness. even the sharp slaps of skin meeting skin don't strike him quite as hard. his second climax comes over him suddenly, and he reaches his tipping point surrounded by the heat and scent and sounds of a person who he refuses to even so much as claim as his rival. but he can't deny what's tangible. he can't deny his body, or the body on top of his own.

jonouchi's hands, pinned to his chest with his weight, make it difficult to draw full breaths. he wheezes through his open-mouthed panting, heels digging into mattress as he struggles to push even deeper into that warm wetness, and then sags, limp, against the bed.

he doesn't say jonouchi's name, can't even bring himself to murmur it under his breath in anger. ]

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[ It's not the response he expected, but he's not unsatisfied with it. A year ago and he'd have snatched the moment up as something to hang onto for the future, when he needed to knock Kaiba down a peg. For now, beneath his layers of gloom, he can still feel a spark of pride when Kaiba's hips arch and push as far into him as possible, climaxing for the second time that evening.

Jou pushes his weight down against his body as Kaiba finishes inside him, his own back arching as he bites his lip and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. The hot feeling in him pushes him so close, but Kaiba's body sinks down again and he settles his weight down once more, trembling as he brings his hand between his own legs to finish himself off, desperate for release.

It doesn't take him long, breath leaving him in a burst as he spills out onto Kaiba's belly, muscles twitching a few times as he hears himself sigh in relief.

He stays upright, catching his breath with his eyes shut, too shaky and exhausted to move off of him right now as he catches his breath. ]

[ seto hisses through his teeth at the feeling of jonouchi tightening around his softening cock when he finishes himself off. his breath is still coming too quickly for him to immediately express his disgust at the mess on his stomach. he can't even bring himself to lift his hands from where they're still resting on his knees.

his eyelids are heavy as he blinks them open to look up at jonouchi from his position on his back, hair curling at the nape of his neck from the sweat collected on his skin. it takes more than a couple of minutes for him to catch his breath, and in that time he doesn't try to speak at all. ]

[ Jou isn't quick to recover, but he's quick to move, pulling off of him as soon as he feels capable. Crawling around on the bed is a balancing act with his legs still shaky, but he manages to drag himself up and off of Kaiba's body to sit with his legs tucked under him on the mattress. His body still feels like its shuddering, warm and murky from the feeling of movement inside him still lingering.

He looks Kaiba over with hooded eyes, realizing what he'd done a little late. Not that Kaiba was much better, he thought, finishing inside of him and leaving him his own mess, but he seems like the type to be a neat freak who wouldn't enjoy the feelings.

His knuckles brush against his hip to get his attention. ]

I'll go get a washcloth from the bathroom...