A Shutter Chance
Author: Nekocin
Genres: Drama, romance
Rating: PG15
Warnings: OoC, graphic, cussing
Pairings: Kaiba x Jounouchi
Additional notes: yaoi

Chance 7: Jounouchi Side

Like any gracious host I offered him a pair of indoor slippers. By the looks of this whole situation, it was as if I should offer him more than I could. Food, for example. Warm meals, in fact, would do Seto good. His face was rather too pale for a healthy person.

"You haven't been consuming proper food, have you?" I said.

He looked pointedly at something next to my feet, murmuring, "No, I haven't,"

Then almost playfully I offered, "What do you want for dinner?"

"... you'll cook?"

"What does it looks like?" I retorted, heading into the kitchen and putting on the white frilly apron (... my siblings bought this for me for my birthday. Shut up! It's still useful). I ignored the fact he was following my every step like a lost child.

"Well?" I turned around, hands on either sides of my hips. For a second I thought I saw a fire explode within Seto's electrifying eyes before it disappeared behind a curtain of indifference.

"Anything edible," he finally said.

"You sure? Last time I remember you're picky with your food,"

Kaiba sent me a glare.

"Okay, okay. Go wait in the living room,"

Like any rich man, he refused to heed my order. He pulled out a chair from under the kitchen table and sat down. He was looking intently at me when he said, "Here is fine,"

I had to suppress the uneasy feeling .

"Do you want some refreshments?"

"No, thanks. I'm fine,"

"... okay,"

We didn't talk while I had been preparing food for the both of us. Neither did we talk while we ate, sitting across one another, ... There was nothing to talk about. We were just being comfortable with each other by saying nothing at all-mostly trying to avoid eye contact. I could feel his eyes on me. It was as if every pore in my body was set on fire every time Seto was looking at me with those, I knew all too well, anticipating eyes of his.

He was expecting something. I was supposed to do something. He came to me for a purpose. I invited him for a casual dinner. He was looking for some answers. And I-I was probably wise enough to provide all of them. But what exactly is this searching for?

Sighing, I put down my fork with an exaggerating clang on my plate. It immediately caught his attention.

"Okay, Seto. Is there something important you want to tell me?" A fleeting smile of amusement touched his lips and then it was gone.

He put down his spoon with unnecessary care and laced his fingers on top of the table behind his plate. "I've been thinking...,"

I nodded.

"... aren't we making spectacles of ourselves by acting like this?"

"I wouldn't really care," I said instantly with an offhanded wave of my right hand.

"Let me rephrase. I've been thinking about how foolish-so damn foolish we've been for the last few weeks, maybe months, years-who knows?," he said.

"What do you mean us being stupid?" I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at him. I didn't like being called foolish. I didn't like the way he had said it. All serious... and different. I expected him to suddenly burst out saying, "Got you, didn't I?" or something along those lines. So I waited. But none came. We were just staring at each other. It seemed... for a long time. I felt as if I had missed the message he was trying to tell me. We've known each other for so long and it still seemed as if we were looking at each other from different kinds of levels. Different kinds of angles. Am I being an idiot or what?

Kaiba pushed his chair back, stood up and started gathering the dishes, stacking them upon one another and placing the utencils on top.

"H-hey!" I found myself protesting.

"Dinner was great. Now, let me do the dishes," he said in a weird, soft voice.

"Don't be such an ass," I blurted out. His eyes widenred just a little in surprise. There was a moment of silence between us.

"-fine! I'll dry," I sighed, pushing back my chair to move.

We did the dishes in silence. Again. He washed while I dried. It felt almost like an eerie dream. Mechanically, my hands moved to dry the plates and put them away.

Doing dishes didn't require much thinking.

Doing dishes -together- was something to think about.

It never really crossed my mind before the thought of Kaiba and I was going to be this troublesome. Sure we go out together-drink our asses off, treat each other with sweets, sleep out hangovers off on each other's beds and quarrel about unnecessary things-we've always been close to even think our bond would be anything but troublesome.

Why did this have to be so confusing when everything was just fine and dandy?

"Done. You can wash your hands now, Katsuya," Kaiba's strange soft voice said. His hands were then guiding mine under the running faucet, helping me wash.

"Thanks," I heard myself mutter. I didn't have to look up to see what kind of expression he was giving me, but I bet he smiled. A rare kind of smile that only reserved for me.

"You're still looking so serious," he commented and guided me to the living room.

"Hnnn," was all I could bring out when I sat down on the three-seat sofa, dropping my hands on either sides of my thighs. The right side of the sofa sagged down gently.

"You don't have to break your head over this, Katsuya," Kaiba said in an almost breathy voice.

... Katsuya. Katsuya?

The low timber of his accent on my name surprised me. But at the same time it made me happy. I felt his hand on top of my right hamd and then a reassuring squeeze. A close presence of a warm body loomed over at my side. Kaiba was sitting close by.

It felt nice.

A fleeting hand touched my chin lightly, tilting it up to my right and then warm lips touched mine-moving and begging. I couldn't stop muself from mentally reeling back in shock, and froze.

I panicked.

Fleeting thoughts probed my mind.

WTF is going on? Seto is kissing me! The witty side of mine screamed, never minding the fact that I was trapped sitting, no, almost lying across the sofa.

A strange thrill of fire managed to explode under my stomach and my heart was speeding unnaturally fast. Somehow, along the way, Seto's lips worked their magic-lightly sucking and biting-completely making me feel all fuzzy and submissive. I couldn't help but open my lips and grant him entrance. Seto instantly took his chance to do a tongue-thing that made close my eyes and surrender to that hypnotizing beat of freedom. I curled my toes. Warm saliva slid down both sides of my lips. I had a vague recollection of twisting my body to uncurl from my uncomfortable position. I threw my arms round Seto's neck.

XXXX CUT Graphic scene XXXX

Seto licked my face half-heartedly, and then my neck, seeing forgiveness.

"Sex takes up too much energy," I said hoarsely, throwing both my arms over my eyes and cover them. Shame. How shameful. The feeling made my insides recoil. It didn't feel right.

"Why am I crying?" I fought back futilly as tears came out, streaming down from the corners of my eyes. I-I liked the release-I liked the release!

"...Katsuya?"

Did that mean I had always wanted to get fucked?

"Katsuya, I'm sorry,"

Did that mean I had always wanted to get fucked by a GUY?

"I'm so sorry...,"

Kaiba Seto, no less?

- END CHANCE 7: JOUNOUCHI SIDE -

TheNekoTalks:

(deleted previous notes on 19.03.2010) I didn't know this chapter was such a mess. This story has been on hiatus for quite a long time so for that I apologize. I'm not really sure if I can post the graphic version ANYWHERE. And from that scene on continuing to this one I've thought about re-writing this whole concept.

Thank you for reading!

.:Nekocin:.