Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Escape ❯ Escape ( Chapter 1 )

The TV flickered across Jou's bored features. He sighed, stood up, and stretched. "G'night, Dad," he said as he started from the room.

"You're going to bed early. It's only 9:30," his father commented

Jou nodded. "I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Good night, then." Jou walked to his room and laid out his uniform, piling his books on the floor. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a fresh piece of paper and a pen. He paused, pen to his lips, and went over the exact words he would use. He nodded to himself and proceeded to write painstakingly in a hand that was strangely reminiscent of the older Jounouchi. `To whom it may concern…' it began.

He wrote carefully, striving for perfection, or at least a decent forgery of it. He sat back, finished at last, and shook his tired hand. He heard the floorboards creak in the living room and stuffed the letter in a drawer while flipping off the light. He dove for the bed and slid beneath the covers, rolling to face the wall. . The door to his room opened softly and the light from the hallway spilled into the room when his father looked in on him. He shut the door and went to his own room, never noticing Jou's sneakered feet sticking out from beneath the covers.

Jou got out of bed slowly, trying not to let the springs squeak. Once free of the bedding he reached into the dark, unknown depths of his closet and pulled out what appeared to be a ball of blond hair. It was actually a very furry, rather scary stuffed monkey, which he had won from a fair a few years ago. Though far too frightening to cuddle, Jou found himself glad he had kept the thing, it now served a much more practical purpose. He quickly stuffed a pillow under the blanket and placed the monkey artfully at the head of the bed, then tucked it in and stood back to admire his work.

Incredibly, the effect was of a blond head resting on the pillow. With this accomplished, pleased with his success, he cracked open the door and listened to his father's snores. Satisfied that his father wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he shut it and went to his window. He glanced out into the empty alley and braced himself, leaning out to look into the street. "Carpe Diem," he muttered and clambered out of the window onto the fire escape. He climbed down quickly and landed with a quiet thud in the alleyway.

He gathered himself and strolled out to the street, making his way to the east side of Domino. After about fifteen minutes he was in uptown Domino, another ten and he was surrounded by huge estates, ever increasing in size. He came at last to a large ornate gate but bypassed it. He walked beside the fence until it turned to follow the contours of the property. Naturally, at the corner post was a security camera. Jou casually leaned over and turned it to face a decorative shrub. He hopped the fence and ducked beneath the camera mount, then placed it back in its original position. He crept along the blind spot to line of bushes and used them for cover. He allowed himself a triumphant grin before continuing stealthily to the mansion.

Once he was behind the manor he hopped the patio rail and, being careful to touch only the handle, opened the door he knew would be unlocked. He stepped inside and relaxed against the closed door. He could hear the TV in the other room. He followed the noise to find the room empty but for a snoozing Mokuba. Jou smiled softly, the kid was really cute sometimes. He imagined that Shizuka would do something similar.

He was startled out of his contemplation by a hand clamped over his mouth and an arm around his waist. He stiffened but let himself be walked backwards from the room. "Sloppy, sloppy, Katsuya. Did you actually expect to be unseen?" A voice clucked in his ear. "Some thief you'd be." With that he was released.

"If you want a thief, go find that pigmentally challenged Egyptian psycho!" Jou huffed.

"He beat you in a duel, did he?" Seto chuckled. Jou glared and crossed his arms. "Don't worry too much. I wasn't attracted to your dueling skills," Seto said, pulling Jou into his arms.

"Oh, no?" Jou said softly. He rested his forehead on a strong shoulder and nuzzled Seto's collarbone with his nose.

The brunette luxuriated in the attention before making his reply. "No. Since you have such a big mouth, I figured you must give great head." Jou jerked his head up and began to make a hot retort. Every line of his posture was screaming his indignation; his warm brown eyes turned searing, flashing with pride and strength (1).

Jou was now glaring fit to kill. Seto kissed him ravenously, domineering every surface in Jou's mouth. When they broke apart Jou was gasping for breath while trying to maintain a glower. It didn't work well. Seto gabbed him by the nearest available bit, his belt loop, and pulled him up the stairs.

A dark haired boy was peeking over the top of the couch, eyes wide. He sat back grinning. "I knew it!" he whispered. "Now Yami owes me twenty bucks!" Mokuba waited for fifteen minutes more before risking the stairs and hallways to his room. He spent this time calculating how many hot fudge sundaes he could buy with his newly acquired wealth. Little did anyone know that this would start Mokuba on a long and winding road which would eventually land him at a craps table on the Vegas Strip shouting, "Come on, eleven!"

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(1) Now, despite Jou's rather incredible skill at sucking cock, the real reason Seto found himself attracted to the blond was way he looked when he was pissed. It was one of the reasons why Seto had taken such pleasure in baiting the boy. Seto was, in fact, aware that this might classify him as mentally/emotionally unstable, but when money talks, the psychiatrist listens. Jou, however, was unaware of his sex appeal and just assumed that Seto had a sadistic streak. His assumption would have been correct and this accounted for another of the billionaire's reasons for tormenting him.

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Jou was once again leaning on a door. In reality, he was being pressed against a door with Seto's knee between his legs, being kissed until his vision turned black at the edges. The door opened when one or the other brushed the knob and sent them tumbling to the floor. Jou began laughing as quietly as he could while Seto lay across him, shoulders shaking with mirth. Seto nudged the door shut with his foot, but other than that neither moved. The mood was completely ruined.

As he stared at the ceiling, content with Seto's head nestled on his chest, Jou began laughing all over again. Seto looked up, smiling, Jou's laughter was contagious. "What are you laughing at?"

"You." Seto raised an eyebrow. "I would have never guessed you were such a spaz."

"A spaz? You shouldn't blame other people for your own klutzy tendencies."

"I'm a klutz?" Seto nodded. "I was the innocent bystander! You opened the door and tried to kill me!"

"I think not," Seto drawled. "I'm not into necrophilia." Jou made a face. Seto stretched up and kissed the side of his jaw. "But since you seem to be very much alive…" he didn't bother to finish his sentence. Jou seemed to understand. They kissed deeply, Jou arched up into Seto, enjoying his solid weight above him. He nipped lightly at Seto's tongue and stole control of the kiss.

Seto allowed Jou to switch their positions. Jou was slightly surprised by this but quickly recovered. He slid his hands possessively over the planes of Seto's chest. They came to rest at Seto's waistband, finders dancing lightly across the fabric before darting under to tickle and tease. The blue-eyed boy was very responsive to his touch. Jou kissed his way to Seto's neck. He suckled gently there, flicking playfully at Seto's waistband.

He removed Seto's shirt and Seto stretched his neck, exposing more skin to his lover. Jou obliged, licking and nipping down the column of his throat. Seto moaned as that hot mouth blazed a trail to the middle of his chest. Those wicked lips traced fiery swaths across his torso, making him shiver in pleasure.

Jou kissed his navel and popped open the button on his jeans. Jou smiled coquettishly then bowed his head, effectively disappearing from Seto's direct line of vision. Seto sat up, supporting himself on the heels of his hands, watching raptly as Jou opened his fly with his teeth. The blonde's nose brushed against Seto's boxer confined length, drawing out a needy groan. He quickly imprinted the sight on his memory; he'd be jacking off to this for weeks!

Jou laughed softly at the effect he was having on the normally stoic boy. Yes, he was on a power trip, and yes, he was loving it. He tugged impatiently at Seto's pants and whispered, "These have got to go." Seto kicked off his shoes and his pants joined his shirt, i.e. the ceiling fan, leaving him clad in nothing but a pair of crew socks.

Jou reflected that while crew socks were not the most erotic piece of clothing known to man, they were extremely underrated, extremely. Having reflected enough for one night, he promptly got down to business and he tackled his `Fruit of the Loom Poster Boy'. They went down in a tangle of arms, legs, and footwear. Jou kissed every part of Seto's body in a frenzy, Seto giving as good as he got. Their mouths, crashed together and they kissed fiercely, reveling in the friction their bodies produced.

Seto began to feel a bit uncomfortable and yanked his mouth away long enough to gasp, "The bed. Take this to the bed." Jou whined as Seto extricated himself and rose gracefully to his feet. Turning away from his overeager lover, he wandered toward the bed, rubbing the small of his back lightly. "Rug burn is not a preferred way to injure myself," he muttered in Jou's general direction.

A warm arm slipped around his waist and a hand gently rubbed the reddened skin on his back. Jou pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder and whispered, "Sorry about that. Blame the socks." Seto raised his eyebrows then shook his head, deciding that he was better off not asking. A series of kisses placed along his neck and shoulder served as a much-appreciated apology. He could feel Jou's t-shirted chest against his back and instantly resented the fabric's presence. But then the well-defined chest was gone and he now resented its absence. This did not last long since it was replaced by a pair of hands that guided him to lie down on the bed and began to massage his spine.

Seto groaned in pleasure as Jou's skillful fingers loosened a particularly stiff knot. Jou grinned, well pleased with Seto's responses. He worked his way down, releasing the tension Seto had built up since their last rendezvous. Seto mumbled something into the pillow he was resting on. "Come again?"

Seto turned his head, but his voice was still slightly muffled. "You have a bright future ahead you in sensual massage…" he trailed off as Jou hit a tender spot. "Mmm…that's nice."

Jou shifted his position and began to massage Seto's calves. He discovered that Seto was ticklish across the backs of his knees; he made a mental note to exploit this to the fullest sometime in the near future. His fingers were beginning to get tired so he let his mouth take over. He nipped playfully at Seto's tailbone and kissed the creamy globes of his ass, delighting in the tensing on the muscles beneath his lips. One hand crept beneath Seto's hip and gently stroked the joint of hip and thigh.

Seto shivered and pushed himself up onto his knees, silently pleading for more. Jou paused to kick off his shoes before climbing onto the bed next to Seto, still fully clothed. While a lamentable state of affairs, Seto was currently to distracted to care. Jou ran his tongue down Seto's back then blew across the trail of saliva, raising goose bumps.

Seto tossed his head and made an instant decision. He fell back onto the bed and rolled himself over so that he was now facing Jou. He smirked and flipped them. He immediately sat himself on Jou's thighs. "Katsuya," he whispered, "as amazed as I am that you managed to dress yourself and match, if you don't remove your clothes right now I will do it myself."

It was Jou's turn to smirk. "Be my guest," he said, placing his arms behind his head with an unimpressed air.

Seto did so, with relish. He unthreaded the belt from Jou's pants, folded it in half and jerked in tight, producing a loud snap Jou couldn't help but notice. He tossed the belt carelessly over his shoulder. Dexterous hands rubbed Jou through his pants, Jou moaned as he fully hardened. Jou was off a happy world of-well, not bunnies, but the phrase `going at it like rabbits' could very well apply to what Jou was envisioning. Seto yanked off his pants and boxers. Before Jou's legs could mention to Jou's brain that they were receiving a rather nice breeze, Seto engulfed him and began to suck him off. Jou's brain never did hear about the breeze.

Just as suddenly as he had started, Seto sat back and licked his lips. "Now that I have your undivided attention, I would like to draw consideration to the fact I am a teenager with overactive hormones who hasn't had a lay in over thirty-six hours." To Jou's slightly wooly mental state, the above statement was an extended period of syllables issuing from a thoroughly enticing pair of lips. He gave Seto a pathetically, if adorable, confused look. Seto sighed and leaned over, making sure Jou was watching him. Very slowly and very carefully he uttered two short words that sunk into Jou's overtaxed mind.

Seto found himself once again on his back as Jou dove off the bed, frantically searching the floor for something. He's once heard that brevity was the soul of wit. It was apparently also the soul of getting what you want. It made a sort of sense, in the way that things make sense at a quarter to one in the morning after a grand total of two hours' sleep. He mused that if he got an additional two hours this weekend, he'd be lucky, or not, depending upon how one viewed it. The bed shook with the impact of an airborne blond. Seto had a sudden vision of the box spring collapsing and waking Mokuba, then trying explain why the bed was broken and what Jou was doing trying to hide in the closet. He groaned.

"Aw, don't be like that, Seto-koi. You suggested it!" Jou mock whined as he crawled over to Seto, prize in hand. He kissed him soundly and twisted off the cap. Seto watched with hooded eyes as he squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers. He lifted and spread Seto's legs, trying not to drool over the delectable view. Unable to help himself, he kissed the base of Seto's cock, his balls, and his entrance, before coming up to kiss Seto's lips and insert a well lubricated finger into that gorgeous body. "So," said Jou, after they paused for breath, "how was your day?"

Seto would have laughed except Jou did this incredible `thing' with his finger, so he wound up making a cross between a snort and a moan. It hurt his throat. Jou did the weirdest things, like try to have conversation while fingering Seto, but that was what made him such a blessed relief from the stuffy, stoic, no nonsense men he constantly surrounded himself with. "It sucked."

"Good," Jou kissed his jaw and did that `thing' again. "Then this is the highlight of your day."

"Sadly," Seto commented unthinkingly.

"Is that so?" Jou quirked an eyebrow. Seto was about to make a hasty correction when Jou shoved in a second finger and had him arching off the bed and seeing double.

"What," Seto gasped, "was that?"

"You like?" Seto nodded and moaned softly as Jou leaned and kissed him lingeringly. "You know," Jou said conversationally, "Yuugi and I had an interesting discussion today," he paused as if waiting for a response from Seto and began scissoring his fingers, then resumed his monologue. "We were talking about totally inappropriate things to say during sex."

"You and _Yuugi_ had this conversation?"

Jou nodded, "Mm, we came up with some interesting things."

"Like?" Seto hissed when Jou's unoccupied hand tweaked a nipple.

"My favorite was yelling your own name."

"What?" Seto almost swallowed his own tongue in his laughter, but Jou saved him from certain death by performing a little mouth to mouth. They broke apart and Jou removed his fingers. He gave Seto a measuring look.

"Ready?" Seto nodded and spread his legs, repositioning them since he had shifted during their previous activities. Jou went a little bug eyed and flung himself at Seto, kissing him as hard, deeply, and passionately as he could. "You are so incredibly hot," he whispered against Seto's lips.

Seto chuckled. "I-" Jou thrust in and Seto trailed off, groaning with pleasure. Jou waited patiently and occupied himself with giving Seto the mother of all hickeys. Seto bucked his hips once, Jou got the message.

Jou slowly withdrew and set a steady pace; there would be time for faster, more frenzied lovemaking later, right now they'd take it easy. Seto seemed to agree and proceeded to take his revenge on Jou's neck, much to the blonde's delight. He bit down, making Jou jolt. Seto released Jou's neck, very satisfied with himself, until Jou hit is prostate, leaving him thoroughly satisfied with, "Katsuya!"

Jou chuckled and kissed him, running his hand down one of Seto's arms to his wrist. He kissed the knobby bones there, then his palm. Seto gently freed his wrist and slipped his hands beneath the t-shirt and over a strong back, tracing Jou's spine. His fingers were somewhat hindered by the shirt, but the fabric's rough brush against his chest was a delicious counterpoint to the slickened slide of their legs. Jou shifted, going even deeper. Seto's eyes rolled back and he flattened his hands against Jou's back to prevent himself from doing some serious bruising.

He took his hands from under Jou's shirt and threaded his fingers into Jou's blond mop. When his eyes would focus again he saw Jou grinning like an escaped lunatic. This would have been disturbing if Seto hadn't known that this was only Jou's "I am God with a subscript `G' and I'm going to do that again" look. And he did do it again, several times, with vigor. Seto's hands slipped out of Jou's hair and grabbed the front of his shirt in a death grip. His mouth was within easy reach and Seto kissed him desperately, trying to convey what he wanted. It didn't work.

He broke the kiss frustrated, and spoke two familiar short words. He paused for effect and added a third equally short and effective word. Brown eyes widened with delight. Jou kissed him, drawing all the air from his lungs, refusing to let him pull away. Just as Seto was about to punch him, Jou ripped his mouth away and slammed in. It would have knocked the wind out of him if Jou hadn't already seen to that, stars danced across his vision. He suddenly discovered he could breathe and took a hitching breath as Jou thrust in again, driving the small breath out in a barely suppressed shout. Jou was going at an almost punishing pace, disallowing Seto any sort of control.

Seto finally gave up and just hung on for dear life. He became aware that he was chanting `Katsuya' over and over, in time with the grinding of their bodies. Suddenly everything snapped into crystal clarity, he became aware of every detail, the sheen of sweat over Jou's flushed face, eyes half closed as if concentrating deeply, the pistoning of his hips, the unbelievable friction. He saw it all and knew instantly that he wanted this, needed this, and he would never share. Never. This was his. Then he was sent careening over the final precipice and into his orgasm. He vaguely heard Jou shout something and felt him come. He savored every sensation and felt himself sinking towards oblivion, but he fought it, he wanted to tell Jou. He forced himself to stay awake and focused on Jou's panting breath against his neck. He felt Jou's breathing slow and roused himself enough to shake his arm. He wanted to tell Jou.

Jou groaned and nuzzled into the crook of Seto's neck and shoulder. "Later," he murmured, "we have time. I took a long weekend." With that, he drifted off. Seto held his peace; they did have a long weekend. Tomorrow would be just as well. Then a strange thought occurred to him.

"Katsuya." Jou didn't answer. "I swear he shouted `I am the hamburglar!'" he muttered. He didn't see Jou grin into his shoulder.

***

In an apartment across town, an alarm clock went off. A tall blond man rose from the bed and prepared to leave for work. As he was about to leave, he went to his son's room to kiss him goodbye. He smiled to see the blond head resting peacefully on the pillow and walked over to kiss his cheek. In place of his son was a rather hideous monkey and a pillow. "That little son of a-"

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Later that day, Yuugi sat in class and glanced worriedly at Jou's empty seat. For some unknown reason Yami had gotten sulky when they'd found out that Seto was missing, too. He looked over at Ryou, who was watching him. Ryou shrugged and shook his head, apparently as clueless as Yuugi. Jou had seemed all right yesterday. //He seemed more that alright// Yami grumbled. //He was positively giddy.// Yami pouted. Yuugi surmised that the end out the world must be near. //Where the hell am I going to get twenty dollars?//

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I know, I know. I am a very sick person, but I still like it. Seto's a little OOC, but I couldn't help it. I love this pairing and Seto is almost always on top, so I thought it was his turn to be screwed stupid. And as for the whole Jou's dad thing, I do know that he's a scumbag and all, but I just think he should have a cool dad. Please tell me what you think. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you think my lemons suck? Review me!