Pairing/Character: Jounouchi x Kaiba




Everyone knew how the two duelists felt about each other; it was just one of those things that would not change, no matter what happened. Jounouchi would always see Kaiba as an annoying rich bastard. Kaiba would always think of Jounouchi, if he took the time to waste thinking about him, as nothing more than a third rate loser.

It didn’t matter that Kaiba did what he did the safety and comfort of his brother--who was easily the more likable of the two brothers. Maybe if Jounouchi had taken the time to care he would have held the Kaiba Corporation CEO in a more esteemed light--then again maybe not. It was not as if Kaiba would have given him the time of day if asked. Toss a glass of water on him if Kaiba passed by and found the blond drowning, yes; but not the time of day.

Did Kaiba ever take the time to think of the blond duelist? Please, the boy had too many other things upon his mind to worry over anyone whose dueling skills were so pathetic. Now mind you, even Kaiba would admit that Jounouchi was a better duelist than he had once been--not long ago the boy had been completely laughable. He was still nowhere near Kaiba’s level, let alone championship material. However, just maybe Kaiba did notice his skill. Why else would he have found one of the Legendary Dragon cards? Kaiba refused to believe in all that magic mumbo-jumbo the annoying group of cheerleaders kept trying to spout, but the fact Jounouchi controlled one well, proved--something.

Did either boy care about the words the other crassly tossed his way? Is it true, the rhyme about sticks and stones? Alternatively, can words hurt you more? Everyone knew how the two felt about the other and no matter what; nothing was going to change that fact. Mutual dislike was a well-known friend to them both, especially where the other was concerned. So everyone thought.

Truth be told--there’s a thin line between love and hate. And sometimes, it just takes a slight shove to cross the line. Like finding yourself slammed up against a wall after a few particularly harsh words with the other and realizing, that maybe, the best way to shut him up is to see how far down his throat that you could shove your tongue. A shove like realizing you’re no longer just thinking about it but actually turning your bodies around so his is up against the wall instead and that your tongue is pretty damn far down his throat.

Shocked? Hell yes. Everyone knows how they felt about each other, didn’t they? So why was it neither one was pushing away from the other? Why suddenly was it more than just mouths and tongues, but hands searching out impassioned touches? Clothing too tight, too confining as their bodies pressed closer together--as close as possible in public with clothing blocking the way to true intimacy.

Coming apart, maybe with a hint of sense trying to make itself known within their thoughts, eyes opened wide as what they were just doing and with whom became evident. Jounouchi backed up, half aware that Kaiba was not knocking him senseless for the sudden and completely unexpected action. Kaiba was only half aware of the fact himself. Why was he not berating the other for the impudence he had just shown? How dare he do something like that, how could his own body turn traitor, and react? Moreover, why had they stopped?

If Jounouchi had taken the time to think about it, he would have concluded that at moments like this, it is best not to think. If Kaiba had reasoned out what had just happened, what would happen next, he would have known that it’s best sometimes to react--thinking just slows you down. So it was for the best neither boy stood there long, their bodies giving way to action before the brain could uncloud and throw reason in the way.

So teenage bodies, overpowered by raging teenaged hormones, ran to privacy dragging themselves far away from others’ eyes. After all, everyone knew how the two felt about each other. Hidden from the world, lost in their own movements did either give a thought to how the other felt? How could someone who could not stand the other let that person touch them in so many intimate places? How could it feel so right to let the other do the same?

Did Kaiba’s body care it was the mediocre Jounouchi whose hand moved around his throbbing cock? Did it register in Kaiba’s mind that he had finally found another use for the blond’s mouth besides trash talking and eating? Or was he just aware of the wonderful bliss from the moist caress?

Was Jounouchi present in the moment, aware that the owner of the nearly exploding organ within his mouth had his long thin fingers wrapped within his hair? Did he realize he was currently doing to Kaiba what he had accused Kaiba of being so many times before?

Did any of this matter as if by magic, a small tube of lubricant found its way into their hands? A tube obviously belonging to one or the other of the boys, but neither one caring long enough to look and identify it as theirs. Did it matter as their bodies came together, joining like two pieces of puzzle locking into place?

Did Kaiba care he was now literally acting like a bitch in heat, his body wantonly demanding the hardness pounding into him as roughly as the blond would let him have it? What would he have thought if he had come across this very scene with someone else in his place? Was his brain even functioning beyond the animalistic craving of raw sex? No.

As Jounouchi slid body-to-body, fitting into the firm tightness of Kaiba did he think to himself how it was his stick that was now up the brunet’s ass? Was he able to think at all past the wonderful feeling that wrapped itself around his cock as he forced himself deep within Kaiba’s body? Did it register to either of them that this wasn’t even supposed to be happening in the first place? After all, everyone knew how the two felt about each other.

Calling out in a heated moment, a passionate cry of emotional proportions as a final battle of self-control was lost to the natural course of life. Their passions cooled, bodies fell softly to the floor as they propped each other up in a manner gentler than either would have previously imagined possible. Would amber and sapphire lock again flashing with the familiar looks of hatred, angry words snapped out designed to hurt shaper than steel?

They found themselves unable to look the other in the eyes as their minds returned. Making quick work to redress, finding other things for hands to do while trying to forget the most recent actions they had indulged in, neither spoke. Would it make any difference if they had? Everyone knew how they felt about each other, didn't they? Or did they?

So why was it the next day at school that everyone seemed to notice the slight and sudden change in their usual hatred for the other? What was with the new indifference that came up virtually overnight? And why did it feel so forced?

And if someone noticed the way they would both disappear immediately following some of the worst flare ups between the two anyone had ever seen, would either one worry or care? For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. The balance between love and hate is delicate, fragile, and small. But just maybe, in the end the consequences of your actions are worth it.