Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stress Therapy ❯ Chapter 1 - The Job ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Stress Therapy 1/?

Author: Telpei

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Seto/Jou

Beta: JennieB - Thank you so much for your fast work!! *offers
pocky* I wouldn't be able to do this without you!!

Spoilers: None. This is AU.

Disclaimer: Its not mine. The idea's not even mine. But I'm going to
use it all the same and have fun with it *sticks out tongue* So
there!! Muahahaha...(Many thanks, though, to calico 1019, for
offering up this delicious bunny for feasting!! *offers pocky*)

Summary: Kaiba's work-related stress lands him in the hospital and
the good doctor prescribes a month's worth of vacation. The first
week doesn't go very well, so Mokie decides to step in and send his
brother away so that Seto won't be anywhere near his company. But
what kind of 'spa' has Mokuba chosen? Seto's in for quite a sexy
surprise...

*****

Chapter 1 - The Job

Seto frowned as he eyed the receptionist behind the desk, not at all
pleased with the current situation. Her nametag read Liz, and he
wondered how much money he could throw around to get 'Liz'
fired. "What do you mean I've been paired with someone who will suit
my lack of experience?!" he demanded angrily, his hands balling into
fists.

The secretary blinked. "Sir, please calm down. When your brother
called us he informed us of your history with stress therapy
treatment and assured us that you've been abstinent for some time."

"Abstinent?! Mokuba said that?! Mokuba knows what that means?!" Seto
felt like he was about to have a nervous breakdown and he could feel
his blood pressure rising again, but he tried to relax and carried
on. "And what the hell does stress therapy have to do with sex!?"

Liz sighed. She agreed with this man's younger brother
completely...Seto Kaiba certainly needed to relax. "Sir, *please*
calm down. We have been instructed by your brother to give you the
full range of our services, and we intend to fully comply. Gregoire,
behind you, will bring you to your room and you may get settled.
Your therapist will join you in about an hour for your first
session."

Seto swallowed. Hard. He only had an hour to compose himself?
Backing out of this now wasn't an option, he knew that. Seto lived a
life of no regrets, and he knew that if he turned around and went
home he'd regret it later on. Mokuba was right...he *did* need to
loosen up.

Resigned to his fate and although he would never admit it, a little
excited, he sighed and nodded. "Fine. where do I need to sign?"

The receptionist offered him a strained smile. "Right here, Mr.
Kaiba," she replied, sliding him a piece of paper. "And we'll just
need a short blood test that Gregoire will perform in your room."

Seto nodded and signed his name where it was indicated, got his
credit card back and turned to Gregoire - a moderately good looking
young man with black hair and gray eyes.

"Follow me, Monsieur," he said with a toothy smile, turning to head
down the hall. Seto grimaced. If Gregoire was going to be around a
lot, then it was going to be a long three weeks indeed. He ran a
hand through his hair and with a sigh turned to follow the French
foreigner down the hall. He shivered slightly as he rounded the
corner, getting the uncomfortable feeling that he was being watched.
He glanced over his shoulder and for the briefest of moments met a
pair of amber eyes before his next steps took him out of their view.

Seto shook his head as he turned back to Gregoire, his eyes
flickering to the bell boy's lower regions for a brief moment before
he looked away in disgust. He certainly hoped that his 'therapist'
would be better looking than the Frenchman. The colour of amber
flashed in his memory and Seto felt another shiver. He certainly
wouldn't be forgetting those eyes anytime soon.

****

Half an hour later, Seto headed back to the lobby to see if he could
get rid of Gregoire. Although the Frenchman really was starting to
grate on his nerves, the brunet had ulterior motives. In the lobby
there was a chance that he could see the man he'd glimpsed earlier -
the man he couldn't stop thinking about. He was half aroused just
thinking about his *eyes*, never mind the rest of his body.

Seto ran a hand through his hair, trying to clear his thoughts as he
stepped into the lobby...only to stop mid-step as he realized that
there was someone already at the counter. Deciding to wait it out,
he shrank back into the shadows. Unfortunately, he could hear their
entire conversation.

The brunet snorted. 'Unfortunately, my ass,' he thought. And
speaking of asses, the guy at the counter certainly had a nice one.

Seto groaned to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was a
hopeless case. Now that he was thinking about his lacking sex life,
he'd started wanting one. 'Damn Mokuba and his evil, conniving
ways...' he thought miserably. With yet another sigh, he turned his
attention to the conversation at the desk in an attempt to distract
his thoughts. However, it didn't work so well once he realized that
the guy whose ass he'd been checking out was, in fact, the amber
eyed mystery man from earlier.

Seto's breath caught in his throat and he shrank deeper into the
shadows. He couldn't be seen...not by *him*. He instantly tuned into
their conversation, listening more intently.

"C'mon, Liz! You've gotta give me this job!"

The secretary rolled her eyes again. "Jou, you know I want to. But
Otogi's already requested it! And you know how his father can be...I
don't want to lose my job."

Seto held his breath. His name was Jou. Jou. That must be short for
something, but what? And his voice...his voice was as smooth as
honey and matched the colour of his eyes perfectly. Seto swallowed,
putting his thoughts aside for the moment. He needed to hear the
rest of the conversation. What job were they talking about?

The blond sighed. "Pleeease?" he begged, offering Liz his best puppy
dog eyes. "Just this once! If Ryuuji gets pissed, you can blame it
all on me. Tell 'em I tampered with the computer while you were
getting a coffee."

Liz eyed him warily for a moment and then dropped her gaze, shaking
her head in defeat. "Fine, Jou. Fine. But if I get into trouble for
this, you're going to be hearing about it."

Jou grinned. "Great. Thanks, Liz, you're the best," he said, leaning
over the counter to steal a grateful kiss.

The secretary rolled her eyes again. It seemed like she was used to
such physical attention. Seto frowned. Were they together? it would
be just his luck, to find that the blond was already taken; or
worse, that he was swinging for the opposing team. Seto's thoughts
were jerked back to reality when he heard the receptionist's next
sentence -

"I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. This Seto Kaiba is quite the
looker. Watch out for his temper though, Jou," she warned, tapping
away at her computer. "I'll give you the job, but..."

Seto stopped listening as he put two and two together. The job was
him. He was the job. He swallowed the lump in his throat, fisting a
hand in his hair. Of course. Jou wanted a job...that meant that he
must work at this place...and that meant that he was nothing more
than a whore. The brunet took a stumbling step backwards, and then
wheeled around and stalked angrily away.

Back in the lobby, Liz continued, "I'll give you the job, but don't
come crying to me when he breaks your heart."

Jounouchi Katsuya protested immediately. "Hey, you know that I keep
my business strictly professional, Liz. All of us do."

The secretary eyed him carefully, shaking her head a little
bit. "And I know that you tend to get emotionally attached to your
clients. Just remember that this guy's only here for a little while.
I have a feeling that this one's going to be too deep for you."

The blond shook his head. "No way, Liz. I've got it all under
control, trust me," he assured her with a trademark grin. "Besides,
how complicated can this guy be? He's a businessman, and all
businessmen are the same. They come here, they have sex, and then
they all go home to their wives." he ignored Liz's skeptical look,
brushing it off with a wave of his hand. "I'll be fine. This is my
job, after all."

Liz sighed. "Well, Jou, maybe you should find a different job. This
place just isn't good for you. It's not good for anyone..."

*** TBC ***