Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stress Therapy ❯ Chapter 2 - The Tour ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Stress Therapy 2?

Author: Telpei

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Seto/Jou

Beta: JennieB

Spoilers: None. This is AU.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. The idea's not even mine. It belongs to calico1019, and I thank her!

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 relaxing `spa' has Mokuba chosen? Seto's in for quite a sexy surprise...

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Chapter 2 - The Tour

Jounouchi Katsuya did not like being nervous. He was lucky because he didn't get nervous very often, but that only made it twice as bad when he did get nervous. Like right now, for example, he thought as he stood in front of room 69 - an ironic number, he decided bitterly - and raised a trembling fist to knock on the door.

He rapped three times in quick succession and then fiddled with the file folder he was holding to occupy his fingers' impatience. `Damn,' he thought angrily. `What's with me! This is just like any other job. I'll go in there, do my thing, and then it'll be over. And it'll be the same thing every day for the whole time he's here.' The door opened and Jounouchi's thoughts instantly scattered. `Though...this might be easier if he wasn't so...so...intense...' He took a deep breath, willing his brain to collect its thoughts so that he could form a complete, logical sentence. “Uh...” he stammered, a blush colouring his cheeks. `Damnit Jou, you're never like this! Get a grip on yourself!'

He took another deep breath, ignoring the elegantly quirked eyebrow, the mocking look in those cerulean blue eyes, the amused set of that strong and angular jaw... `Not helping!' he thought miserably, faking a cough in an attempt to hide his nervous floundering. Needless to say, the effort was wasted.

“Well?” the brunet demanded, pulling the door open a little further and crossing his arms over his chest. “Who are you and what do you want? I have no time to waste on peasants and mongrels. Speak.”

Jounouchi gulped. God, this guy was hot; and oh so dominant. `Not good,' his mind supplied. `You need to think! Say something!' “Uh...” he started again, panicking when the gorgeous hunk of a male standing in the doorway moved to close said door in his face. “Hey, hang on a minute!” he protested, finally finding his voice. “I'm your therapist. Name's Jounouchi, but you c'n call me Jou.” `Actually, you can call me whatever you want...' he added mentally, openly gawking at Seto Kaiba.

Seto smirked. He was actually amazed that he was able to keep up his superior `tough guy' act - half an hour earlier he would have been lost if the blond had showed up at his room. But not anymore, now that he knew what the blond was. “Ah, so you can talk,” he stated derogatorily.

“Hey, look,” Jou cut in quickly, waving his hands about wildly. His manila folder almost went flying, contents included. “There ain't no need to be such an ass...” An uncomfortable silence stretched out between them. Seto flushed, and Jou wasn't sure whether it was in embarrassment or anger. The blond finally cleared his throat and pressed on. “I'm here ta help ya,” he insisted, managing a weak grin. He lifted up the folder as if in explanation. Seto just stared at him blankly, and Jou sighed, shaking his head. “C'mon, lemme just give you a tour a the place an' we'll go from there...” he offered, turning to head down the hall.

A tour. Seto fronwd slightly. Ok, he could handle a tour. He'd get shown the facilities and see if the resort was up to his required standards - not that the CEO was going anywhere if it wasn't. His therapist's lean body, gorgeous eyes, and tight ass were keeping him right where he was. “Fine,” he agreed through clenched teeth, pointedly ignoring his traitorous thoughts. “Fine, you can take me -” he paused, slipping on the shoes that were beside the door.

It was then Jounouchi's turn to flush. `Oh God yes,' he thought helplessly. “I'll take you, all right,” he muttered under his breath, already imagining Seto's body beneath his, skin glistening with sweat and mouth open in a scream of-

“You'll what?” Seto demanded, his voice cold as ice.

Jou's thoughts came to a crashing halt. He blinked. Seto was mad. Why was Seto mad? What had he said? Oh...oh wait... “Take you on the tour!” he insisted quickly, eyes wide with panic. “On the tour! Of the facilities! I'm taking you on the tour!” The CEO snorted, but Jou didn't miss the pink tinge colouring Seto's cheeks. His panic faded and his lips curled up in a smirk. The brunet shot him a glare an the blond quickly schooled his expression into a wide grin. “Well? Are ya ready? This is gonna be one hell of a trip!”

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Seto suppressed his third yawn of the evening. Obviously Jounouchi had been exaggerating when he'd predicted that the tour would be exciting. As it was, Seto's sexually repressed mind was supplying several more interesting ideas for things that they could be doing together, none of which included walking around some building and looking at various rooms. Still, the brunet did have to admit that the facility was well equipped for `stress therapy' as they defined it. There was a professional masseuse, a sun tanning room, an actual spa with hot tubs and saunas, and entirely too many flaky women for Seto's liking - all of whom insisted on clinging to Jounouchi as he passed.

Speaking of Jou...Seto noted with little enthusiasm that his therapist was still rambling on nervously. For someone who had this kind of job - “working” with people all the time - Seto would have expected the mutt to be a little bit classier. That wasn't to say that he didn't find Jounouchi attractive; in fact, it was quite the opposite. Golden Jou, with his golden hair and his golden eyes and his golden skin...

“Yo, Earth ta Kaiba!” Jou called out, waving his file folder in front of Seto's eyes. The brunet jerked to awareness instantly. “Quit droolin' at the therapist's good looks and pay attention to the tour, wouldja?” he joked.

“You're not the most modest person in the world, are you?” Seto demanded, angry with himself for getting caught staring. He was above this, goddamn it. Bitterly he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the shorter man. “Besides, if you weren't so boring I would want to pay attention, wouldn't I?”

Jounouchi groaned. “Yer certainly fulla yerself, ain't ya?” he replied, giving an exasperated sigh. “Fine, we'll just get started on your therapy, then. Follow me, Kaiba-san,” he teased, winking slyly at the brunet. “We'll head over to my...private office...”

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