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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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[ 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. ]

[ his teeth sink into his lip again, fastening tight, as though that'd stop the sounds that catch his his throat when jonouchi begins to move more predictably. there's a building pressure in that place beneath his palm, a tautness throughout his body, and although he doesn't know whether or not it's encouragement, he begins to move with him anyway. pushing his cock up into the heat of his mouth, sliding against his tongue, looking for more friction as his eyes slip shut. there's nothing to see in this dark, so it doesn't make any difference if he keeps them open.

and it helps him to focus on what the rest of his body is doing, shoulders pushed into the mattress, hips pushed up.

haltingly, he reaches out a hand to rest in jonouchi's hair. if he's going to finish, he should pull him off. or maybe he just wants to feel the way he's moving, doing this to him. ]

[ It's unsurprising that Kaiba, whom he assumes has done this very little, would start to move and he's glad he prepared for it. But with his throat relaxed, it's a good feeling, and he catches himself moaning around his cock, sucking hard on him as he thrusts into his mouth. He moves his hand down, cupping him and fondling him gently in his palm, letting him move without restriction.

He should probably hold back, too, have a little self respect, but he's got an excitement in him as well. Sleeping with someone he never thought he would be with, it's got a certain thrill to it, no matter the scenario. It's hard not to squirm, too, but with the hand resting on his head, he keeps still. He doesn't plan to move unless Kaiba forces him. He's swallowed before. ]

[ he's not sure whether or not it should surprise him that jonouchi is allowing him so much freedom with his body. in this situation, it's to be expected, isn't it? but aside from the agreement they made, it's been well established that they don't play nice together. this has got to be the longest they've ever actually, truly gotten along. a record they'll probably never break again.

it'd be funny if he weren't squirming on his back in his bed, shoving his hips up to meet jonouchi's hot mouth with a desperation that's below him. but it's not, and the vibration that comes from the sounds that he's making has his whole body shaking and sweating with a fierce suddenness. damn it, he shouldn't be so easy. he should hate this. he should kick jonouchi out and make him swear to never speak of anything that's happened here again.

but seto doesn't do any of those things. his fingers tighten in jonouchi's hair, curling into the thick shock of bangs that hangs down beside his face so that his knuckles press against his cheek. he can feel him sucking. his long list of shouldn'ts grows longer when that's enough to push him stumbling right into his climax.

he switches his grip to the hair at the nape of jonouchi's neck like he's going to pull him off, but it's already too late. ]

[ Jou can't help bone groan louder around him, breathing hard through his nose as he presses his tongue up purposefully against his cock. It must be a masochistic side of him, enjoying this feeling of Kaiba making his throat and jaw sore. But the way he's moving shows more enthusiasm than he could have imagined from him and it gets him to his core.

Lucky for Kaiba, he's been given less warning than this before, and he slides his hands to clasp his sides. He feels him make a grab to pull him off, but he ends in his mouth, anyway. In an effort to not embarrass him for his mistake, for once, he sinks down as far as he can manage in this state and makes an effort to swallow everything as it comes, eyes shut as he breathes shakily and struggles at the way the warmth of it stings a bit against his aching throat. It's only when he feels him finish twitching against his lips that he pulls back with a wet, lewd noise, saliva dripping down his swollen lips. It's not like Kaiba can see him, but he sits back on his heels anyways, touching his throat tenderly, swallowing a few times before panting raggedly, trying to catch his breath.

His body is so hot and aching that he feels like he'll burst, but that strength of character in him keeps him settled in place as he tries to calm his heartbeat down. ]

[ his hand slips away easily when jonouchi sits up, the sudden coolness of the air shocking his skin. it stings, a sting that travels all the way into his center, makes his chest ache. it's something like foreboding, or the anxiousness he'd never admit even to himself, or an abruptly recognized longing for any sort of human contact. all humans have basic needs. even a reptile like him.

after everything that was done to it, his body still shivers at the sound of jonouchi's harsh breathing, at the sound of his swallowing. he did that, he made him that way. and he's the one who offered, so if he didn't like it, he doesn't have anyone to blame but himself. but he's not saying anything accusatory. seto almost finds himself surprised that he hasn't already told him he regrets offering this.

if he tells himself he expected jonouchi to call it off, maybe it doesn't seem so bad that he accepted without any questions. he brings up his shaky hands and places them over his eyes, digging the heels of his palms in until stars burst behind his eyelids. ]

[ Jou trails his eyes up Kaiba's body the best he can in the dark, looking over his handy work. He can catch the smell of sweat still under his nose. He sees him shivering as he calms down, still shaken by the end of his orgasm.

There's not much to it, but he's still pleased with his performance, even if there's no one reliable to judge it in this room. He slides his hand down to his own chest and rests his palm over his heart, trying to get the tongue to speak up again. It takes a long moment of slowing his breathing down, but eventually, he pipes up. ]

... We're not done yet. You rest here. I'm guessing that door over there is your bathroom, right? I need to clean up before we do anything else.

[ he doesn't have any smart remarks stored up in response when jonouchi starts speaking again. the most sensible thing would be for him to walk out without saying anything, so his quiet departure could be the prelude to the both of them pretending that this transaction never took place. it doesn't help that what he does say catches him completely off guard for the second time, leaving his eyes wide and staring. his throat is sticky, dried out from breathing hard through an open mouth, so his voice comes out rougher than usual. ]

Yeah.

... Go on.

[ shit. whatever. why not? what does it matter how much further he lets himself be dragged into this, as long as they're still locked inside his room in the dark? if nobody else knows it's happened, it may as well not have happened at all. ]