Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tossed Off ❯ Tossed Off ( One-Shot )

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A long, long time passed between their first kiss and the first time they slept together, but once they started they made up for lost time. Kaiba was so starved for touch that the merest caress set him on fire – which was very encouraging to Jounouchi, who, though more experienced, was still somewhat unsure of himself.

Mokuba was off at wilderness camp and Kaiba had had the foresight to give his entire staff two weeks of paid vacation, so they had the mansion to themselves. They spent the first four days in bed ... or in the shower, various floors, on the stairs, the kitchen, the garage, the basement ...

It wasn't until the afternoon of the 4th day that they found out about The Problem.

The doorbell rang. Kaiba checked the security camera.

"It's Mutou Yuugi," he said, surprised.

"He's really upset about something," Jounouchi pronounced. They hurriedly dressed.

Even so, they were shocked when they opened the door. Jounouchi burst out, "Yug, what's wrong?"

Yuugi's face was pinched and pale, and the dark circles under his eyes looked like shiners.

"Yuugi, come in." Kaiba said, stepping back from the door.

"Hey – guys," the wild-haired boy said hesitantly. "Jounouchi-kun, I didn't expect to – ." He looked from Jounouchi to Kaiba and back again, his brow furrowing, taking in the bare feet, the slightly-mussed hair, the rumpled clothes, and then the realization hit him. "Oh. Oh." A blush tinged his cheeks.

"You look terrible!" Jounouchi said. "Can we get you anything?"

"We? So you – ?" Yugi asked slowly. "You two are – ?" His puzzle glowed for a moment, and he winced. "Ah, Kaiba-kun, do you have a metal box I can use?" He glanced down at the Puzzle, then up at them meaningfully. "I need to talk to you privately."

Of course, Kaiba's general intolerance of non-functional frou-frou meant there were no empty decorative boxes to stash the Puzzle in: however, inspiration struck (he swore later it hadn't been malice) and he suggested, "If your Dark won't be too insulted, you could put your Puzzle in the refrigerator."

"That's probably OK," said Yuugi slowly, and seemed to be having a furious mental conversation as he walked to the kitchen.

They could see a difference as soon as he came back without the Puzzle, though. He looked a little bit relaxed, and not quite so pale.

"So, what's up?" Jounouchi bounced down on the couch next to Kaiba, who sat with his hands folded primly in his lap.

"Well," Yuugi started. "You know I admire you, Kaiba-kun. And Jounouchi-kun, well you're my best friend. And, I'm sort of surprised that you, but really, I'm certainly happy that you two are finally ... not fighting anymore."

Jounouchi grinned. Kaiba, however, prompted, "But, someone else isn't happy?"

Yuugi shrugged. "Well, the other me ... for the last few days he's only been out of his Soul Room to ask me to write down the day and time. It's kind of a strange request, but I don't mind – except that it's been going on just about around the clock. He even wakes me up in the middle of the night. I haven't had a full night's sleep since Wednesday night."

"So what can we do? Make ya some warm milk?"

"Have you asked him why he's making you do this?" Kaiba asked with narrowed eyes.

"Well, whenever I ask him about it, he just keeps saying I should to give the list to you, Kaiba-kun, that you'll understand what it's about." He pulled a rumpled and much-folded sheet of notebook paper from his pocket.

Kaiba unfolded and studied the paper.

Thursday 4:07 pm
Thursday 5:38 pm
Thursday 7:02 pm
Thursday 10:23 pm
Thursday midnight
Friday 1:04 am
Friday 6:56 am
Friday 1:39 pm
Friday 3:10 pm
Friday 9:17 pm
Friday 11:46 pm
Saturday 10 am
Saturday 4 pm
Saturday 9:52 pm
Sunday 3:03 am
Sunday 7:12 am
Sunday 2:43 pm

"What are all those times?"

Kaiba stared at the paper. First his eyes widened, then closed. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Unbelievable." He turned to Jounouchi. "Thursday night, just after midnight? And then an hour later?"

"Hey, that's when – 'cause midnight's when we – oh, so it's times when we, when you – "

Kaiba answered this with a raised eyebrow. He worked his jaw.

'They're all on that paper?" Jounouchi asked.

“Most of them,” he said, handing the paper over.

The blond scanned the list. "Holy shit. Yeah, that's right, mmm, 'cause Saturday morning we slept late and then," he snickered, "I woke up when you – "

Kaiba cleared his throat to interrupt the narrative.

"How can he know about this?" Jounouchi asked Yuugi.

Yuugi, whose face had become very very red, shrugged. "I don't know. He seems to be really upset, because I can feel it when he comes out. But he won't talk to me or let me into his Soul Room."

"And you're not in pain or feeling anything unusual?" Kaiba asked.

"Well, other than being really really tired and kind of upset, I guess not."

"Do you think your Dark will talk to us?"

"I'll go ask." Yugi got up and went into the kitchen.

"That's so weird," Jounouchi said. He whispered, "Hey, what are all these times on Thursday afternoon? You didn't pick me up til midnight."

"I was thinking about midnight," Kaiba said dryly.

"Oh. Oh." He smiled, smug and content.

Yuugi called out, "He says he'll talk, but only to Kaiba, and only if Jounouchi leaves the room."

Kaiba looked grim. "Alright." he called out to Yuugi, then muttered very quietly, "King of Games, my ass! King of Melodrama." He turned to Jounouchi. "Go wait in the gazebo."

"The little house in the garden, with the benches, right?" Jounouchi asked with a wink: then his expression got serious. "I'm coming back in 5 minutes to check on you, OK?"

"Make it 15."

"Alright." He slipped out the front door.

"Ready?" called Yuugi.

"Ready," answered Kaiba.

A moment later Yami no Yugi walked into the room, the chilly Puzzle 'round his neck. His scarlet eyes seemed huge, with a hollow, hungry look. Kaiba was instantly on guard.

"Well." Yami walked slowly up to the still-seated Kaiba and stood, shifting his weight so that his leathers creaked. Ordinarily such a blatantly slutty move would have been funny, and Kaiba might have laughed – but this situation wasn't funny at all. He waited.

"So you've finally found a way to defeat me?" His husky voice was reproachful.

"What?"

"You can't best me on the dueling field so you've decided to destroy my sanity?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You saw the paper?"

"Yes."

"And you know what those times list?"

"Yes. Orgasms I've had in the past few days." He couldn't resist adding, "well, most of them. And this affects your sanity how?"

Yami's eyes narrowed angrily. "You're doing this to me on purpose."

"That's ridiculous. I didn't know you could … hearme!” He cleared his throat. “Just ignore it.”

"How can I? Surely you know what we were to each other in the past?"

"What, that few thousand years ago crap?"

"We were lovers then. Once I discovered your identity I felt sure we would be lovers again."

"That's not going to happen."

"Doesn't my presence excite you?" He stepped even closer, and thrust his hips forward slightly.

"It has, somewhat, on occasion," Kaiba said with a malicious half-smile

"Then why," Yami asked in anguish, gliding onto the couch to kneel astride Kaiba's lap. "Why won't you be with me now?"

"Because he's the right one for me now, not you."

"How can you say that?" The Dark slid one hand around Kaiba's neck, caressing. "After all we were to each other?" His wide red eyes locked with Kaiba's, and his head dipped down for a kiss.

Kaiba turned his head away. "The operative word is were." He held the slightly-built Yami by the waist as he stood, pushing him away. "I have no memories of any of that."

"We can make new memories." The former Pharaoh swayed, his hand reaching out for the brunet's zipper.

"I don't think so." Kaiba caught Dark's wrist.

"I can drown you in fathoms of pleasure. We can explore every flavor of depravity, old and new."

"Yes, I'm sure there've been plenty of innovations since your reign."

Dark sighed and, momentarily sidetracked, said wistfully, "Yes, I recently found out about 'vibrators.' Battery powered and discreet.” he came back to himself. “If you will not join me in pleasure I have no choice but to banish you." He raised his hand.

"Hn, planning on sending me to the Shadow Realm? Are you going to send Jounouchi too, and deprive Yuugi of his best friend, or will you just shamelessly hit on him once I'm out of the picture?"

"You have no idea what it's like," Yami whispered savagely. "Over and over, to feel those waves from you, like a dark tide. I didn't know what they were at first, I thought you were in danger, I wanted to find you and save you. And then ... and then they became clearer, and I realized it wasn't fear or pain, but joy." He almost choked on the word. "It was bad enough when I realized that you were receiving what I have waited thousands of years to give you," he added darkly, "without the added torment of imagining you were doing to that beautiful boy, soiling his purity – "

"Oh, he's far from pure. He knows more tr – "

"SILENCE!" Dark's very white and very sharp looking teeth were bared. "He is a distillation of the sun. His countenance is incandescent, light flows from his fingertips, his thighs are like cedars ..."

Kaiba knew better than to interrupt a near-god's poetry rap (although he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing at the "torrential river of life-giving seed" line).

Once Dark had run out of metaphors, similes, and hyperbole, Kaiba said brusquely, "Look, pharaoh. Jounouchi is with me. Get over it. You win some, you lose some. Or in your case, you win most, you lose one."

"No, Kaiba, it is YOU that will LOSE!" Dark raised his hand and prepared to blast his rival to the Shadow Realm, when suddenly he fell to his knees and said, in a different voice, "OK, that's enough."

"Yuugi?"

"Yes, it's me." He stood, looked angry and determined. "Wow, I'm sorry. I didn't know the whole story. It's – " He blinked, now forlorn, "It's a side of him I've never seen before." He cradled the Puzzle in his cupped hands. "Gee, it's still so cold from the fridge."

Kaiba went outside and motioned to Jounouchi to come back in.

Yuugi was subdued, and unable to look either of them in the eye. "Well, thanks for listening. I guess I'll see you around." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Though I guess not as much as before, hm?"  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So he's hot for you, and in love with me. How did that happen?"

Kaiba shrugged. "He amplifies Yuugi's abilities. He must amplify his feelings too."

"So hm. I guess that means ...." Jounouchi's voice trailed off thoughtfully. "Hey, is Anzu safe?"

"Probably, since Yuugi seems to worship her."

"It's gonna be really hard for him."

"Who?"

"Yuugi, mostly - but both of them really, if ya think about it."

And it had been. The others knew something had happened between Yuugi and his Dark, but everyone respected Yuugi too much to pry into what they sensed was a painful experience.

As for Kaiba and Jounouchi ... the whole thing made Kaiba extremely self-conscious, knowing that he had a ever-present voyeur of sorts, an invisible audience of one at every performance.

It affected – well, it affected his performance.

Considerably.

After a few days he quipped, half seriously, "Well it's clear. I can never come again."

Jounouchi, unperturbed by the whole business, finished stalking him, pounced, and said in between bites and kisses, "Oh no, I think coming well – and very very often – would be the best policy. It might, you know, de-sensitive him?"

"De-sensitize," Kaiba corrected automatically. "A policy, eh?"

"Yeah, a policy. Let's set some policy right now. I've been wanting to see if those benches in the gazebo are as sturdy as they look. Now that we've finished with the house I think we should make a policy of testing every piece of furniture in the yard. And your office."

And with that they were an official couple, since they had their first secret code word. "We ought to develop a policy" and "I have an idea for a new policy – let's spend the rest of the day hammering out the first draft" preceded their escapes from boring KaibaCorp meetings forever after.

The first draft of this piece was in fact "tossed off", using the taming of a plot bunny as an excuse to avoid real work. (That accounts for the somewhat abrupt ending.) Gracious thanks to the bawds on Kyokou Geemu who embraced the rough draft with little yips and warm fuzzies for the author.

The change in Yami's attitude toward Jounouchi from the first draft (where Yams referred to him as "the enemy") is entirely due to Akaiblush, one of my bestest YGO fandom buddies, who is a diehard YamiJou fan with detailed evidence at her fingertips ... she also deserves credit for wondering how Anzu would fit into this little "amplification" theory.

P.S. Written long before I knew how the series ended.

2003.7.9 first posted
(018) 3 March 2010, because he isa sex god, after all. :p