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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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[ 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. ]

Edited 2016-01-30 23:48 (UTC)

[ 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...

[ the weight off of his body causes him to sigh in relief. he'd like to pretend it's because he doesn't like the closeness — will, if it comes to that — but mostly it's because it's easier to breathe now. once jonouchi's moved, seto returns to himself with a little more alacrity, although his eyes are still hooded and heavy. and his mind is still hazy enough that when he tells him he's about to get up, his hand darts out without any thought to grab the wrist of the hand touching him.

damn it. he wanted... he studies jounouchi's face before affixing his gaze to his eyes. he can see his outline, the shape of his features, but can't read his expression in this lack of light. like it matters. ]

Lick it up.

[ Jou almost starts to move, but his wrist is caught and he's stuck looking in the darkness between where he knows his wrist lies and where he remembers Kaiba's face being.

He feels his stomach turn a little. Why does he ever try to be nice to him? It's not fair. It never works out for him. He makes a sick sound in his throat before he mumbles his consent and turns his body over to lean down and put his mouth on Kaiba's belly.

Being given an order doesn't agree with him, so instead of licking, he bites him gently and sucks against his skin as his tongue scoops up the come he'd left behind. He shuts his eyes and breathes in stutters through his nose. It's cooling and salty and feels gross against his tongue. ]

[ his stomach twitches at the scrape of teeth, and the suction he wasn't expecting, but he doesn't say anything about it. why does he ever try to be nice to him? it's stupid. he's never tried to repay his kindness, made it his mission to rebuff every hand extended to him. until now. that's what he has to accept. jonouchi gave him a deal and he agreed to it, didn't even pretend to argue. he can tell himself it was curiosity, or a willingness to accept thanks where he felt it was due, but...

seto lifts his hand — the one he'd grasped jonouchi's wrist with — and touches the nape of his neck, where his thick blond hair is damp with sweat. he can't see, but he can imagine how he looks, with his already messy hair hanging limp, bangs in his face where they're tickling his navel. his stomach turns too, but for a different reason.

he doesn't rest his hand over the back of his neck, but leaves the tips of his fingers hovering, strands of hair caught between them. ]

[ The hand on his neck is strange. He pauses, turning his head enough to look his way, if trying to look at his face and read him. He's never really known what this guy is thinking, not honestly, but if he could at least get a hint right now...

His look doesn't linger too long as his head turns back down and he laps his tongue against his skin, dipping it into the curve of his belly button, being a little gentler about the motions of his mouth than a moment ago.

It's like being tossed up, only to fall again and be caught. He supposes it's a part of Kaiba's limited interactions with other people that make him so hard to predict. ]

[ trying to ignore jonouchi's change in demeanor isn't an effective defense against the realization that he's responsible for it. that's not what he was trying to do. he just wanted to see what would happen. he should tell him. no one needs to be harboring illusions of friendship toward him, least of all jonouchi. though friendship is probably too strong of a word, and the wrong one, if they're forced to take into consideration what they've just done.

seto swallows, twisting his other hand into the sheets of the bed while he traces the tip of his index finger from the base of his skull to the first vertebrae of his spine, careful not to let more of their skin meet, even accidentally. the uncomfortable burden of jonouchi's arms around his shoulders, squeezing, remains heavy in his memory, but the strange weight currently compressing his chest is different from the pressure of the hands that were braced against his body just moments ago. ]

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[ Jou almost gets lost in what he's doing, vulnerable enough to press a few kisses against his damp stomach, before he pushes himself up slowly, feeling that hand brush on his skin as he keeps his head hung. He spaces out for a long moment, staring at nothing in the dark. ]

... I should get back to my room, huh?

[ There's no conviction in his voice, just a light suggestion. He's too caught up in this as it is... he could slide back down and kiss him raw, right now, so sick for human contact. Even with his stomach aching, in the deepening night where he can see nothing, it's easy to just let things go and accept them as they come to him. ]

I'll go when you want me to.

[ He lets his personal responsibility and his autonomy go, with one addendum. What was supposed to be simple has made him realize right now, he can't trust himself to know what he should do. ]

[ seto takes his hand away and drops it back to the bed, stomach tightening beneath jonouchi's lips when he starts pressing kisses there. there's a response to that, a way he should act, a rebuff or a brushing-off. the idea of seeing him slink from this room with his tail between his legs would normally inspire a whole host of ways to snub him.

but this hasn't stopped being a transaction. it's an extended offer, and he would be an idiot not to take advantage. he lifts his hand again, like he's going to touch him, but never lets it settle. his eyes raise to the canopy, staring into middle distance. he knows there's no point in looking. ]

... If you agree to do me another favor in the morning, I'll let you stay here.

[ Jou's shocked to not hear an agreement. Really, weren't they pushing their limits? He thought revoking the decision-making to a pragmatic and cold person like Kaiba would mean he'd be sent out right away. He'd given him the opening to end this but...

Here he is, finally looking his way, not that he's sure he can tell, looking at him with a slightly slack jaw.

He should say no. That was opening too wide a door, but he hears himself when he speaks and almost can't breathe afterward. ]

Like what?

I'll decide tomorrow.

[ like he would give his hand away this early.

seto pushes himself up with unsteady arms and, once sitting, they're near enough that he can feel the heat coming from jonouchi's body. a little something tugs in his gut just below his navel, but he tells himself it's just his imagination, a reaction to being overstimulated. he can keep his raw voice low without without risking being misunderstood, at least. not that he has much, if anything, to say. he clenches his teeth, leaning in toward the dip jonouchi's weight makes on his mattress, before stilling and pulling away completely. he drags himself to the side of the bed and puts his feet on the floor, discarding his pajama shirt as he goes. ]

But if you're going, then leave. Either way, I can't sleep like this.

[ he needs a shower. ]

[ Jou almost wishes Kaiba could see the way he's frowning right now, because it says all he wants to but without the awkward feelings words would bring.

He huffs and feels him get up, watching him move in the haze of the dark room and brush off the matter.

He should get up... should leave while the getting's good, but he has nothing left to lose anymore. He couldn't imagine any 'favor' for Kaiba landing him in the morgue or an institute, so as Kaiba wanders stiffly to his bathroom, Jou lays down on his side, listening to the muffled, hollow sound of the mattress shifting under him. ]

[ seto doesn't look back, or stop to listen to what jonouchi might have to say if he were going to speak. he opens his bathroom door, switches on the light, and shuts it behind him before turning the shower on and quickly washing down. once the stickiness is gone from his skin, and the sweat washed from his hair, he turns off the water and dries himself, towel held around his waist when he steps back out into his room and turns the light off behind him. he fetches another set of sleep clothes from from his drawer and dresses in the dark.

finding jonouchi lying in his bed like a homeless dog seeking shelter wasn't that far outside of his expectations. which means he was right at guessing that he wanted to stay, whatever his reasons.

he climbs into bed beside him without saying anything. ]