Guard Dog: New Agreements
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The computer beeped, notifying Seto that Jounouchi had entered the building. He wasn't entirely surprised, this was about the usual time that Jounouchi would finish dropping Mokuba off at school and appear. He hadn't been entirely sure that the blond would show up either, there had been the off chance that he would have had to track the bodyguard down.
Or more appropriately, have security track the blond down. With a vengeance, if necessary.
-Seto hadn't slept entirely well the previous night. He hadn't had any nightmares, but he'd slept restlessly and found himself be a bit cranky.
Security met the blond at the door, quietly and efficiently ushering Jounouchi to the elevator and up to Seto's office. Seto was slightly amused by the bodyguard's passiveness, he went were dictated with only a touch of reluctance, eyeing the door once or twice as if to verify that he could make his escape if he really desperately wanted to. Seto thought he even might make it, depending on how determined the blond was.
Jounouchi stumbled into the office, blinking stupidly as he came to a staggering halt, looking around as if he were surprised to find himself there. Seto smiled sweetly at him, showing lots of fang as he motioned the blond towards the sofa style chairs in front of the desk for guests to sit at, not bothering to rise. "Please, have a seat."
"Okay." Jounouchi muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Now I know you're -really- mad at me. I've -seen- you make sure the springs on those things are rotten."
Seto didn't bother to deny the accusation. After all, it was a waste of time to deny the allegation when it was the truth.
Jounouchi cast one more look towards the door as he walked towards the desk, electing to stand rather than sit in the uncomfortable chairs. Seto's smirk deepened. While Jounouchi had a chance at getting past the Kaiba Corporation Security, there was -no- chance of the blond being able to get past -him-
At least, not while Seto had his finger on the button to unlock the doors that were the main exit out of the room.
"Rather than dancing around the subject, why don't I start with what I know." Seto pulled a folder out of his desk drawer and set it down on the desk in between them. "Nineteen days ago, you acquired my signature on your voluntary termination of employment form. Seventeen days ago, you acquired Mokuba's. I'm not going to inquire how you managed to do this, so long as there are no repeat incidents."
"No problem." Jounouchi shoved his hands into his pockets. "Didn't like doin' it the first time."
Seto pondered the truth of his words, then nodded. Intrigue and Subterfuge were not the blond's way.
"Sixteen days ago, you informed us of your imminent termination. At that time, Kaiba Noa started to reorganise various financial accounts." He added a second folder to the desktop. "Among them, direct deposits to your account. Which might have been suspicious had you and he not set up a minor independent contracting business at the time. With yourself as the employee and Noa as the employer, with the goal of protecting one Mokuba Kaiba upon entering an agreement with me."
Jounouchi nodded causally. "Sounds about right."
Seto frowned, looking Jounouchi in the eye, willing an answer out of the blond. "You quit your job to be hired by someone else to do the exact same thing. Why?"
The blond sighed, scratching the side of his nose in a nervous gesture. "Let's back it up a little farther. I get kidnapped by a mad scientist. Y'didn't tell me. Why?"
That wasn't an answer to his question, but he was willing to play this little game, for a little while anyway. "Because I thought it would interfere with your duties if you thought you had failed."
Now it was Jounouchi's turn to look him in the eye, as if willing answers. "And I spent about two weeks thinkin' I was gonna drop dead at any minute. Kinda messes with yer head a bit, thinkin' about all the things ya could have done, or wanted ta do before ya pass on. Regrets, hopes, that sorta stuff."
Seto frowned, failing to see how this tied into Jounouchi's quitting. The blond chuckled, as if he should have expected Seto's reaction. "Let me ask you this. Why'd you come and rescue me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" What an idiotic question. Jounouchi had been missing, so Seto had gone and got him. Simple.
"No." Jounouchi said gently, as if explaining something to one of Mokuba's classmates. "Why did -you- come and rescue me instead of sending Security?"
"I..." Seto trailed off, realising that he had no answer. He hadn't even thought about sending anyone else because Jounouchi wasn't part of Kaiba Corporation, he was Seto's....
His.... something.
"Your mutations." He finally said, inspiration striking. "They would have come to light if a security force had gone in."
Only that was a lie. They hadn't known what they would find when they had gone in, it could have been a simple kidnapping and ransom demand, not a mentally unstable doctor. He hadn't needed to go in person to get Jounouchi, that was what he had an entire security force for. But he'd still gone.
From Jounouchi's raised eyebrow, the blond appeared to recognise the fiction as the falsehood it was.
Miscalculation. Seto had miscalculated and not even noticed it. Again. He seemed to do that a lot when it came to the blond.
"Part of my responsibility is to make sure that nothin' happens to you, yer brother or the company." Jounouchi said softly. "And kissin' the employees ain't exactly good for business."
If Jounouchi was working for Noa, he was no longer directly employed by Seto, which removed that ethical obstacle.
The blond had just changed the rules of the game.
There was a faint distant jubilant 'Yes!' from the back of his brain, the part that noticed things, like the snugness of Jounouchi's favourite well worn jeans, the grace in the way the blond moved, the texture of his skin, the warmth of his body when pressed against his own. The way the blond often smiled at him, fond and confused at the same time, but not seeming to mind the latter.
"You could have explained this at the beginning." Seto pointed out, not willing to let the matter drop. It would have avoided two weeks of confusion and pain.
"Yes and no." Jounouchi ran a hand through his hair again, dislodging the cap that hid his ears. "Most my life, I just kinda tend ta go with the flow, I don't stop and think about the choices I'm makin'. Part of the reason for not announcin' it was so that I had a chance to get away from... everythin'. From Kaiba Corporation, from you and Mokuba and Yuugi. So I could have a chance ta stop and think what I wanted in my life without any of ya hovering over my shoulder. Or ta just walk away, if I decided to."
Jounouchi had not had a true day off since Seto and Mokuba had hired him almost two years ago. Theirs was a very public life, the only time that they had any privacy was when they snatched it away for themselves. Any of them had maybe an hour or so a day of privacy if they wanted, the rest of it was spent working, at school, or relaxing together.
Mokuba and Seto were used to it, this was the life that they had been brought up in. But to Jounouchi, it was still something new.
Seto nodded, mentally putting aside the 'walking away' part for now. "And did you chance upon any revelations?"
"Yeah." Jounouchi said ruefully. "Thinkin' sucks."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Especially for someone like the blond, who tended not to think with his brain, but his emotions.
Jounouchi gave him a small sheepish grin, and Seto was startled to realise that his own lips were curved up in the faintest of smiles. He quickly remedied this, he was not here to... flirt with Jounouchi. "Actually." Jounouchi said, closing his eyes like he was steeling himself before continuing on shyly. "I found I like the direction my life is moving in. The whole quittin' thing aside."
This time Seto didn't even bother to hide the smirk on his face. "So." Jounouchi continued, looking a little more like his normal brash shelf, although still guarded. "Those are my cards on the table. The next move is yours."
That little traitorous part of his mind knew -exactly- what move it wanted him to make. Fortunately, that little traitorous part of his mind was not in control. He frowned. Jounouchi liked him, he liked Jounouchi, what was stopping them from jumping each other and rutting like dogs?
"If you're going to re-instate my security clearance or not." Jounouchi said, a small amused smile on his face, like he was following Seto's train of thought down into the gutter. "If you -want- to, that is."
Seto paused, lacing his hands together and mused things over, trying to examine it from all angles now that he knew more of the blond's motivations.
There had been always been a measure of security in Seto's brain because of Jounouchi's mutations, he couldn't work an average 9-5 job, not with dog ears and a tail. And Jounouchi had just changed that. He had -left-, even if it was for one night, even if Seto had realised he was coming back.
Jounouchi could leave any time he wanted to. That confidence was shattered.
Also, if Jounouchi was working for Noa, he didn't have to take orders from Seto, he would no longer be able to 'ground' Jounouchi if they, or Mokuba, did something they shouldn't. Jounouchi now had the choice to say 'no' to any commands Seto might give. And while Jounouchi did that already, Seto would no longer have the power to override that.
Seto didn't have any guarantees, other than the fact that Jounouchi had indeed come back.
Other than outside of a Duelling Arena, he and Jounouchi were not precisely equal. Not that they were equal -inside- a Duelling Arena either. But Seto was the head of a multi-billion dollar company with global connections. It would take someone a lifetime to catch up to his status. But by taking back some of the power Seto once had over him, namely being able to confine Jounouchi to his desk as a lesson, the blond was making things a little bit more even between them.
On the other hand, in exchange for the loss of power, Jounouchi was willing to offer... something more in compensation.
But did he want Jounouchi back under those conditions? Right now, Jounouchi's job, even his mere presence was dependant on Seto. Jounouchi couldn't protect Mokuba without the Kaiba Corporation security clearance that Seto gave, much less enter their house or any of the Kaiba properties. He could say the word and never have to see the blond again.
He had complete control over Jounouchi's future at this very moment.
And the blond knew this. Yet here he was, standing straight and tall, refusing to beg or grovel.
"Was this a test?" He finally asked, rising from his chair. He despised people attempting to play mind games with him like that.
"Yes." Jounouchi said firmly. "But not for you. It was a test of myself. I needed to see if I could do it. If I could leave."
"And can you?" Seto inquired, slowly making his way around the desk. Jounouchi tensed slightly, hands clenched briefly, as if he was preparing to either run or fight.
"Yeah." The blond admitted. "But I don't want to."
Seto nodded, accepting this answer. "For how long?" He pressed, not willing to it this go.
Jounouchi thought about it for a minute before replying. "For as long as we'll tolerate each other-?"
He pondered this. Fair enough answer. If Jounouchi had said 'forever' or something equally idiotically sappy, he would have bodily thrown the blond out of the office. "All right." Seto concurred, stopping a step's distance away from Jounouchi. "Agreed. But... you get to do all the paperwork to re-instate your security clearance yourself. Without help."
"I knew you hated me." Jounouchi grinned broadly back, shifting slightly closer to Seto.
"Completely." Seto agreed, closing the gap between them and firmly pressing his lips against Jounouchi's.
Somehow, this was not the kiss of dreams. Noses smashed, teeth clashed, everything was messy and awkward. He felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach, bordering on the knife edge of panic. He didn't know how to -fix- this, make it -work-.
Then Jounouchi reached up, grabbing his head and holding it steady as Jounouchi tilted his head slightly and suddenly... it all fit. Jounouchi kissed him slowly, chapped lips teasing against his smooth ones like they had all the time in the world, that they could do this all night. Perhaps they could, Seto mused as he slid his hands around Jounouchi's solid warm body. Katsuya made a pleased humming sound, sliding his own arms under Seto's coat, rubbing circles in the material of his shirt against his back.
This... this he could get used to, the thought flickered across his brain as he nipped at Katsuya's lower lip. The blond smiled against Seto's lips, his rough tongue slipping out to press against Seto's, flirting with him. Seto opened his mouth slightly, allowing the intrusion, but Katsuya kept the kiss light, almost chaste, despite the hands exploring Seto's back like they wouldn't get this chance again.
His hands slid down past the curve of Katsuya's back to cup the well-built curve of the blond's ass, pulling the slightly shorter man towards him. Katsuya made a small startled sound before chuckling and aggressively returning the favour, the two of them grinding against each other.
Seto's brain shut down right about there.
It took a while for him to get it back.
When he did, they were both breathing hard, clothing and hair mussed, Katsuya's hands having snuck under his shirt and stroking the bare skin of his back. Seto had managed to get the chauffeur coat mostly unbuttoned, his hands stuck in Katsuya's back pockets, his mind a haze of 'hot' 'good' and 'more'. Katsuya had a glazed pleased expression on his face, like he couldn't believe that they had done that, but didn't mind in the least.
"Wow." Katsuya breathed against Seto's mouth, before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Seto made a satisfied rumbling noise back, not bothering to find the words. Katsuya grinned, playfully bumping noses with him. "Been a while, eh?"
Seto fought an uncomfortable blush. "You could say so, yes." He admitted curtly, even as Katsuya kissed him, taking the sting from Seto's words. Seto had managed to avoid those lessons of Gozaburou's, mainly by taking over the company. He could perform polite society kisses and touches with the best of them, it was all part of the business courtesies, but it never went farther than a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. He had never -wanted- to go farther than that. He'd had a business to run and Mokuba to care for, any other relationships seemed a futile waste of time.
Now, he wanted so much more and didn't have a clue on where to start. Somehow, 'everything' didn't seem to adequately cover it.
Something flickered across Katsuya's face, not quite sympathy, but closer to understanding, as he nodded. "S'okay, I'm out of practise too." The blond assured him, leaning up for another kiss. Which Seto was more than happy to indulge in. Kissing seemed to be like most things, easier with practise and familiarity.
Seto planned for LOTS of 'practise'.
... Right after the phone stopped ringing. He growled low in his throat at the interruption. Katsuya laughed softly as he unwrapped his arms from around Seto, stepping backwards. Seto reluctantly slid his hands out of Katsuya's pockets and reached for the phone with one hand, keeping the other around the blond's waist. "Yes?!" He snapped, hitting the button for the intercom.
"Your next appointment is in ten minutes." His secretary informed him briskly. There was a slight bit of smugness in her tone that made him glare at the phone. Dammit.
"Thank you." He jabbed the connection closed as Katsuya started chuckling, leaning his head against Seto's shoulder like it was too much bother to hold it up on his own. It sent puffs of warm air against the fabric of the turtleneck Seto wore, warming the material against his throat.
"Guess we should get used to this, eh?" Katsuya grinned at him, untangling himself from Seto. "Business to run, chaos to cause, kids to raise?"
"Please don't remind me." Seto muttered, even as the reality started to sink in. Yet another reason why he didn't get involved in relationships, they took time that was usually spent running Kaiba Corporation, or raising Mokuba. Dammit. Duty called.
Katsuya, no, Jounouchi gave him a crooked smile, Seto's own disappointment mirrored in his eyes, even as the blond retreated under his touch. The body guard had his own facades, after all, the buffoon being the least of them. Seto sighed as they both set about to straightening their own clothes and helping each other with the tricky bits. Which, really, was just an excuse to pet the other one.
"I'd... better go get started on the paperwork." Jounouchi finally said, adjusting the hat covering his ears as he made a face. The expression changed to something slightly more hopeful. "See you tonight? Usual time?"
Seto nodded, privately marvelling that somehow, going home together like they usually did suddenly sounded like a date. "I'll see you then."
Jounouchi beamed at him, leaning up to nip at his lower lip before dashing towards the door. Seto smiled slightly, walking back towards his desk, mind already switching over to what he needed for the upcoming meeting.
"Jounouchi?" He stopped the blond before he could make his exit. "In the future, none of that at work. It makes things... -hard-."
The blond cackled as he disappeared out the door. Seto smirked, slightly tinged with discomfort as he quickly adjusted himself before he got down to business.
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The computer beeped, notifying Seto that Jounouchi had entered the building. He wasn't entirely surprised, this was about the usual time that Jounouchi would finish dropping Mokuba off at school and appear. He hadn't been entirely sure that the blond would show up either, there had been the off chance that he would have had to track the bodyguard down.
Or more appropriately, have security track the blond down. With a vengeance, if necessary.
-Seto hadn't slept entirely well the previous night. He hadn't had any nightmares, but he'd slept restlessly and found himself be a bit cranky.
Security met the blond at the door, quietly and efficiently ushering Jounouchi to the elevator and up to Seto's office. Seto was slightly amused by the bodyguard's passiveness, he went were dictated with only a touch of reluctance, eyeing the door once or twice as if to verify that he could make his escape if he really desperately wanted to. Seto thought he even might make it, depending on how determined the blond was.
Jounouchi stumbled into the office, blinking stupidly as he came to a staggering halt, looking around as if he were surprised to find himself there. Seto smiled sweetly at him, showing lots of fang as he motioned the blond towards the sofa style chairs in front of the desk for guests to sit at, not bothering to rise. "Please, have a seat."
"Okay." Jounouchi muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Now I know you're -really- mad at me. I've -seen- you make sure the springs on those things are rotten."
Seto didn't bother to deny the accusation. After all, it was a waste of time to deny the allegation when it was the truth.
Jounouchi cast one more look towards the door as he walked towards the desk, electing to stand rather than sit in the uncomfortable chairs. Seto's smirk deepened. While Jounouchi had a chance at getting past the Kaiba Corporation Security, there was -no- chance of the blond being able to get past -him-
At least, not while Seto had his finger on the button to unlock the doors that were the main exit out of the room.
"Rather than dancing around the subject, why don't I start with what I know." Seto pulled a folder out of his desk drawer and set it down on the desk in between them. "Nineteen days ago, you acquired my signature on your voluntary termination of employment form. Seventeen days ago, you acquired Mokuba's. I'm not going to inquire how you managed to do this, so long as there are no repeat incidents."
"No problem." Jounouchi shoved his hands into his pockets. "Didn't like doin' it the first time."
Seto pondered the truth of his words, then nodded. Intrigue and Subterfuge were not the blond's way.
"Sixteen days ago, you informed us of your imminent termination. At that time, Kaiba Noa started to reorganise various financial accounts." He added a second folder to the desktop. "Among them, direct deposits to your account. Which might have been suspicious had you and he not set up a minor independent contracting business at the time. With yourself as the employee and Noa as the employer, with the goal of protecting one Mokuba Kaiba upon entering an agreement with me."
Jounouchi nodded causally. "Sounds about right."
Seto frowned, looking Jounouchi in the eye, willing an answer out of the blond. "You quit your job to be hired by someone else to do the exact same thing. Why?"
The blond sighed, scratching the side of his nose in a nervous gesture. "Let's back it up a little farther. I get kidnapped by a mad scientist. Y'didn't tell me. Why?"
That wasn't an answer to his question, but he was willing to play this little game, for a little while anyway. "Because I thought it would interfere with your duties if you thought you had failed."
Now it was Jounouchi's turn to look him in the eye, as if willing answers. "And I spent about two weeks thinkin' I was gonna drop dead at any minute. Kinda messes with yer head a bit, thinkin' about all the things ya could have done, or wanted ta do before ya pass on. Regrets, hopes, that sorta stuff."
Seto frowned, failing to see how this tied into Jounouchi's quitting. The blond chuckled, as if he should have expected Seto's reaction. "Let me ask you this. Why'd you come and rescue me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" What an idiotic question. Jounouchi had been missing, so Seto had gone and got him. Simple.
"No." Jounouchi said gently, as if explaining something to one of Mokuba's classmates. "Why did -you- come and rescue me instead of sending Security?"
"I..." Seto trailed off, realising that he had no answer. He hadn't even thought about sending anyone else because Jounouchi wasn't part of Kaiba Corporation, he was Seto's....
His.... something.
"Your mutations." He finally said, inspiration striking. "They would have come to light if a security force had gone in."
Only that was a lie. They hadn't known what they would find when they had gone in, it could have been a simple kidnapping and ransom demand, not a mentally unstable doctor. He hadn't needed to go in person to get Jounouchi, that was what he had an entire security force for. But he'd still gone.
From Jounouchi's raised eyebrow, the blond appeared to recognise the fiction as the falsehood it was.
Miscalculation. Seto had miscalculated and not even noticed it. Again. He seemed to do that a lot when it came to the blond.
"Part of my responsibility is to make sure that nothin' happens to you, yer brother or the company." Jounouchi said softly. "And kissin' the employees ain't exactly good for business."
If Jounouchi was working for Noa, he was no longer directly employed by Seto, which removed that ethical obstacle.
The blond had just changed the rules of the game.
There was a faint distant jubilant 'Yes!' from the back of his brain, the part that noticed things, like the snugness of Jounouchi's favourite well worn jeans, the grace in the way the blond moved, the texture of his skin, the warmth of his body when pressed against his own. The way the blond often smiled at him, fond and confused at the same time, but not seeming to mind the latter.
"You could have explained this at the beginning." Seto pointed out, not willing to let the matter drop. It would have avoided two weeks of confusion and pain.
"Yes and no." Jounouchi ran a hand through his hair again, dislodging the cap that hid his ears. "Most my life, I just kinda tend ta go with the flow, I don't stop and think about the choices I'm makin'. Part of the reason for not announcin' it was so that I had a chance to get away from... everythin'. From Kaiba Corporation, from you and Mokuba and Yuugi. So I could have a chance ta stop and think what I wanted in my life without any of ya hovering over my shoulder. Or ta just walk away, if I decided to."
Jounouchi had not had a true day off since Seto and Mokuba had hired him almost two years ago. Theirs was a very public life, the only time that they had any privacy was when they snatched it away for themselves. Any of them had maybe an hour or so a day of privacy if they wanted, the rest of it was spent working, at school, or relaxing together.
Mokuba and Seto were used to it, this was the life that they had been brought up in. But to Jounouchi, it was still something new.
Seto nodded, mentally putting aside the 'walking away' part for now. "And did you chance upon any revelations?"
"Yeah." Jounouchi said ruefully. "Thinkin' sucks."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Especially for someone like the blond, who tended not to think with his brain, but his emotions.
Jounouchi gave him a small sheepish grin, and Seto was startled to realise that his own lips were curved up in the faintest of smiles. He quickly remedied this, he was not here to... flirt with Jounouchi. "Actually." Jounouchi said, closing his eyes like he was steeling himself before continuing on shyly. "I found I like the direction my life is moving in. The whole quittin' thing aside."
This time Seto didn't even bother to hide the smirk on his face. "So." Jounouchi continued, looking a little more like his normal brash shelf, although still guarded. "Those are my cards on the table. The next move is yours."
That little traitorous part of his mind knew -exactly- what move it wanted him to make. Fortunately, that little traitorous part of his mind was not in control. He frowned. Jounouchi liked him, he liked Jounouchi, what was stopping them from jumping each other and rutting like dogs?
"If you're going to re-instate my security clearance or not." Jounouchi said, a small amused smile on his face, like he was following Seto's train of thought down into the gutter. "If you -want- to, that is."
Seto paused, lacing his hands together and mused things over, trying to examine it from all angles now that he knew more of the blond's motivations.
There had been always been a measure of security in Seto's brain because of Jounouchi's mutations, he couldn't work an average 9-5 job, not with dog ears and a tail. And Jounouchi had just changed that. He had -left-, even if it was for one night, even if Seto had realised he was coming back.
Jounouchi could leave any time he wanted to. That confidence was shattered.
Also, if Jounouchi was working for Noa, he didn't have to take orders from Seto, he would no longer be able to 'ground' Jounouchi if they, or Mokuba, did something they shouldn't. Jounouchi now had the choice to say 'no' to any commands Seto might give. And while Jounouchi did that already, Seto would no longer have the power to override that.
Seto didn't have any guarantees, other than the fact that Jounouchi had indeed come back.
Other than outside of a Duelling Arena, he and Jounouchi were not precisely equal. Not that they were equal -inside- a Duelling Arena either. But Seto was the head of a multi-billion dollar company with global connections. It would take someone a lifetime to catch up to his status. But by taking back some of the power Seto once had over him, namely being able to confine Jounouchi to his desk as a lesson, the blond was making things a little bit more even between them.
On the other hand, in exchange for the loss of power, Jounouchi was willing to offer... something more in compensation.
But did he want Jounouchi back under those conditions? Right now, Jounouchi's job, even his mere presence was dependant on Seto. Jounouchi couldn't protect Mokuba without the Kaiba Corporation security clearance that Seto gave, much less enter their house or any of the Kaiba properties. He could say the word and never have to see the blond again.
He had complete control over Jounouchi's future at this very moment.
And the blond knew this. Yet here he was, standing straight and tall, refusing to beg or grovel.
"Was this a test?" He finally asked, rising from his chair. He despised people attempting to play mind games with him like that.
"Yes." Jounouchi said firmly. "But not for you. It was a test of myself. I needed to see if I could do it. If I could leave."
"And can you?" Seto inquired, slowly making his way around the desk. Jounouchi tensed slightly, hands clenched briefly, as if he was preparing to either run or fight.
"Yeah." The blond admitted. "But I don't want to."
Seto nodded, accepting this answer. "For how long?" He pressed, not willing to it this go.
Jounouchi thought about it for a minute before replying. "For as long as we'll tolerate each other-?"
He pondered this. Fair enough answer. If Jounouchi had said 'forever' or something equally idiotically sappy, he would have bodily thrown the blond out of the office. "All right." Seto concurred, stopping a step's distance away from Jounouchi. "Agreed. But... you get to do all the paperwork to re-instate your security clearance yourself. Without help."
"I knew you hated me." Jounouchi grinned broadly back, shifting slightly closer to Seto.
"Completely." Seto agreed, closing the gap between them and firmly pressing his lips against Jounouchi's.
Somehow, this was not the kiss of dreams. Noses smashed, teeth clashed, everything was messy and awkward. He felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach, bordering on the knife edge of panic. He didn't know how to -fix- this, make it -work-.
Then Jounouchi reached up, grabbing his head and holding it steady as Jounouchi tilted his head slightly and suddenly... it all fit. Jounouchi kissed him slowly, chapped lips teasing against his smooth ones like they had all the time in the world, that they could do this all night. Perhaps they could, Seto mused as he slid his hands around Jounouchi's solid warm body. Katsuya made a pleased humming sound, sliding his own arms under Seto's coat, rubbing circles in the material of his shirt against his back.
This... this he could get used to, the thought flickered across his brain as he nipped at Katsuya's lower lip. The blond smiled against Seto's lips, his rough tongue slipping out to press against Seto's, flirting with him. Seto opened his mouth slightly, allowing the intrusion, but Katsuya kept the kiss light, almost chaste, despite the hands exploring Seto's back like they wouldn't get this chance again.
His hands slid down past the curve of Katsuya's back to cup the well-built curve of the blond's ass, pulling the slightly shorter man towards him. Katsuya made a small startled sound before chuckling and aggressively returning the favour, the two of them grinding against each other.
Seto's brain shut down right about there.
It took a while for him to get it back.
When he did, they were both breathing hard, clothing and hair mussed, Katsuya's hands having snuck under his shirt and stroking the bare skin of his back. Seto had managed to get the chauffeur coat mostly unbuttoned, his hands stuck in Katsuya's back pockets, his mind a haze of 'hot' 'good' and 'more'. Katsuya had a glazed pleased expression on his face, like he couldn't believe that they had done that, but didn't mind in the least.
"Wow." Katsuya breathed against Seto's mouth, before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Seto made a satisfied rumbling noise back, not bothering to find the words. Katsuya grinned, playfully bumping noses with him. "Been a while, eh?"
Seto fought an uncomfortable blush. "You could say so, yes." He admitted curtly, even as Katsuya kissed him, taking the sting from Seto's words. Seto had managed to avoid those lessons of Gozaburou's, mainly by taking over the company. He could perform polite society kisses and touches with the best of them, it was all part of the business courtesies, but it never went farther than a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. He had never -wanted- to go farther than that. He'd had a business to run and Mokuba to care for, any other relationships seemed a futile waste of time.
Now, he wanted so much more and didn't have a clue on where to start. Somehow, 'everything' didn't seem to adequately cover it.
Something flickered across Katsuya's face, not quite sympathy, but closer to understanding, as he nodded. "S'okay, I'm out of practise too." The blond assured him, leaning up for another kiss. Which Seto was more than happy to indulge in. Kissing seemed to be like most things, easier with practise and familiarity.
Seto planned for LOTS of 'practise'.
... Right after the phone stopped ringing. He growled low in his throat at the interruption. Katsuya laughed softly as he unwrapped his arms from around Seto, stepping backwards. Seto reluctantly slid his hands out of Katsuya's pockets and reached for the phone with one hand, keeping the other around the blond's waist. "Yes?!" He snapped, hitting the button for the intercom.
"Your next appointment is in ten minutes." His secretary informed him briskly. There was a slight bit of smugness in her tone that made him glare at the phone. Dammit.
"Thank you." He jabbed the connection closed as Katsuya started chuckling, leaning his head against Seto's shoulder like it was too much bother to hold it up on his own. It sent puffs of warm air against the fabric of the turtleneck Seto wore, warming the material against his throat.
"Guess we should get used to this, eh?" Katsuya grinned at him, untangling himself from Seto. "Business to run, chaos to cause, kids to raise?"
"Please don't remind me." Seto muttered, even as the reality started to sink in. Yet another reason why he didn't get involved in relationships, they took time that was usually spent running Kaiba Corporation, or raising Mokuba. Dammit. Duty called.
Katsuya, no, Jounouchi gave him a crooked smile, Seto's own disappointment mirrored in his eyes, even as the blond retreated under his touch. The body guard had his own facades, after all, the buffoon being the least of them. Seto sighed as they both set about to straightening their own clothes and helping each other with the tricky bits. Which, really, was just an excuse to pet the other one.
"I'd... better go get started on the paperwork." Jounouchi finally said, adjusting the hat covering his ears as he made a face. The expression changed to something slightly more hopeful. "See you tonight? Usual time?"
Seto nodded, privately marvelling that somehow, going home together like they usually did suddenly sounded like a date. "I'll see you then."
Jounouchi beamed at him, leaning up to nip at his lower lip before dashing towards the door. Seto smiled slightly, walking back towards his desk, mind already switching over to what he needed for the upcoming meeting.
"Jounouchi?" He stopped the blond before he could make his exit. "In the future, none of that at work. It makes things... -hard-."
The blond cackled as he disappeared out the door. Seto smirked, slightly tinged with discomfort as he quickly adjusted himself before he got down to business.
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+++ to be Continued....