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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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[ 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. ]

[ With the brief permission, Jou gets up from the bed and leaves, wiping his mouth. It'll give Kaiba's body time to cool down and himself time to clean up and get ready so this goes as smoothly as possible.

He decides to take a shower, washing any leftover blood and dirt off his body as gingerly as possible. He feels sore all over, but not so much that he can't do this. The hot water is soothing. He could stand in here forever, if he had the chance. He's thorough in cleaning himself off, but tries not to spend too much time.

He listens when he shuts the water off, trying to find evidence of Kaiba still being in the next room without peeking like an anxious child.

He opens his cabinet and fishes around, finding some vaseline and deeming it at least better suited for the situation than hand lotion. If nothing else, he wouldn't get it all over the bed.

He comes back in, clothes tucked against his chest, and sets them down on the floor, ready to grab when they finish. He sits on his heels again, looking at the vague outline of Kaiba's body. ]

Still okay?

[ seto doesn't once consider leaving. it's his room, he's not turning tail and running just because he doesn't know what to make of this. but the lull does allow him time to think, and his thoughts won't settle. in this situation, he has the advantage, so there's no reason for him to fear the repercussions. why he still feels that uncomfortable tightness in his chest, he couldn't say. there's a sense of anticipation separate from his anxieties that he's in no fit state to deny, and it leaves his face hot all over again.

as he sits up and pulls off his pajama pants, he frowns to himself, leaving them crumpled over the side of the bed before straightening his top and tuggin the duvet up over his lower half. his fingers curl in the hem of the blanket while he tries not to wonder what, exactly, jonouchi's thinking, doing this.

he looks up when he hears the bathroom door open. ]

Why wouldn't I be?

[ 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. ]