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The view from the cliff was the kind of thing that seemed invented by either poets or liars. The town, old and terraced, spilled down behind them in a cascade of ivory stucco and blooming bougainvillea, every stone stairway lit in marigold. The sun was a vast, molten disc on the cusp of sinking into the sea, pouring radiance across the water in a threadbare shimmer of gold. Below the cliff, the waves lapped slow and deep-blue, flecked now with fire.
They were eating gelato. Jonouchi's was pistachio and amarena, and Kaiba hadâpredictablyâopted for some sophisticated hazelnut flavour, though he had already tried to steal a spoonful of Jonouchiâs. They sat on a warm stone ledge, legs dangling, watching the last of the sun begin its plunge.
Just then, a sound floated up from the village edge: someone strumming a guitar and crooning something half-murmured in Italian. The voice was sweet and tentative, and even Kaiba stilled to listen, a spoon poised midair.
Jonouchi turned, eyes reflecting flame.
"Okay,â he said, grinning. âLetâs jump.â
Kaiba snorted. âInto the sea?â
âNo, into a pot of fucking spaghetti. Yes, into the sea, dumbass. Come on, before the sunâs gone.â
Kaiba looked over the edge. It wasnât the height that bothered him. It was the logistics. âWeâll have to take the long route back up town. Thatâs, what, two kilometres uphill?â
âYeah, but think how worth it itâll be.â Jonouchi was already standing, pulling off his shirt in a single, fluid motion. A group of local teens, loitering nearby with fizzy drinks, turned at the sudden movement. âHeyâwatch our stuff for us?â Jonouchi asked, waving them over and offering a few crisp euros.
One of the kids blinked. âAre youâ? Duelist guy, right?â
Kaiba arched a brow. âBoth of us are duelists,â he said in Italian, reaching for his wallet. âWatch the bags, and no funny business.â
The kids lit up. âSelfie?â
Jonouchi threw an arm around Kaibaâs shoulder before he could decline. âSure! Câmon.â
The picture was snapped: Kaiba squinting slightly, Jonouchi throwing a peace sign, the sun mid-melt behind them. The kids scattered back to the bench, one of them yanking Jonouchiâs shirt over his head, striking an exaggerated pose while his friends howled.
Kaiba shook his head. âNice to see you bribing the locals to rob us.â
âThey wonât. Look how happy they are.â
Jonouchi didnât wait for a reply. He sprinted back from the ledge, full throttle, then launched. For a split second, he hung against the sky, legs tucked, hair alightâthen disappeared in a clean arc of splash and froth.
Kaiba lingered. Rolled his eyes. Then stood, toes just over the edge. He stepped into the air with the fluid grace of someone who never learned how to falter. A perfect swan dive. The wind howled past his ears, and thenâ
The water caught him.
There was a silence in it. Warm and rippling. He sank into the golden hush of it, as if the sun had followed him beneath the waves. All around him was molten light, diffused and blurring. He opened his eyes.
Jonouchi was there, a column of bubbles rising around him, his hair fanned wild. He swam toward Kaiba, reached for him with both hands, and cradled his face.
For a moment, Kaiba forgot where he was.
It resolved slowly. The gold around them was just the sunsetâs echo. The flicker in the water was just the end of day. But Jonouchiâs faceâsmiling, open, shining like no other thing in the worldâremained.
The swim to shore was slower. The surf was warm and slow, the golden trail of the sun now slipping from the sky, its reflections shattered across the sea like scattered sequins. Kaiba reached the stony outcrop first and offered a hand as Jonouchi clambered beside him, breathless, their chests rising and falling in tandem.
They collapsed back on the warm, sun-baked stone, the uneven rock pressing hot through their spines. Salt clung to their skin in crystalline streaks, their hair flattened wet and wild. Kaiba tilted his head, eyes half-lidded, watching droplets cling to Jonouchiâs lashes. Something about the way he smiledâcareless, delightedâunwound him.
He leaned over and kissed him.
Jonouchi responded with a pleased hum, tilting up into it without hesitation. Kaiba deepened the kiss with the sort of purpose he rarely revealed, one hand bracing against the rock while the other cupped Jonouchiâs jaw, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. Jonouchi tasted of gelato, of spit, of sea salt. He bit Jonouchiâs lower lip and heard the boy let out a muffled curse.
Kaiba grinned against his mouth.
Jonouchi pulled back eventually, eyesbrows raised in a look of amusement. âYou were the one all paranoid about the kids running off with our shit, remember?â
Kaiba didnât move. âYou were the one who handed them your wallet.â
âThey seemed harmless!â
âOne of them was doing an impression of your walk.â
Jonouchi snorted. âHe nailed it though.â
Kaiba rolled his eyes and finally shifted off him, settling beside him again, arms behind his head. But Jonouchi was already rising to his feet, water glinting down his chest.
âCâmon,â he said teasingly. âWe should start the hike back up. Youâre the one who said weâd get mobbed if anyone recognized us too long.â
Kaiba gave him a skeptical side glance. âYou think youâre suddenly the voice of caution?â
But Jonouchiâs eyes had gone half-lidded, glinting. âIf youâre trying to finish what you started here, donât worry, Iâll make it up to you when we get back to the hotel later.â Kaiba arched a brow. He was most certainly interested. Jonouchi grinned wider. âBut!â he said, already backing up a step, âyou gotta beat me back up the path.â And then he bolted.
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Jonouchi was still curled into Kaibaâs chest, both of them sprawled on the tousled sheets, half-naked and lazy with afterglow. Kaibaâs fingers brushed idle arcs along Jonouchiâs spine, his other hand propped behind his head, gaze tilted toward the ceiling.
Jonouchiâs phone buzzed somewhere by the nightstand. He reached over without lifting his head and snagged it with a tired swipe. His brows furrowed.
âOh, heyâlook,â he said, unlocking the screen. âThe kids from the cliff tagged me.â
He turned the phone to show Kaiba: a slightly blurry selfie of the two of them grinning with their arms slung over a small flock of sunburnt Italian preteens, one of whom was very proudly wearing Jonouchiâs t-shirt.
Beneath the image, the caption read: "Incontrare @JoKat, il duellante del Red Eyes Black Dragon, e il suo amico!! Troppo forte!!"
Jonouchi squinted. âWhatâs it say?â
Kaiba, deadpan: âMet @JoKat, the Red Eyes Black Dragon duelist, and his friend. So cool.â
There was a beat of silence before Jonouchi burst into laughter, full-bodied and wheezing.
âYour friend?!â he cackled, thumping a hand against Kaibaâs chest. âOh my godâyour friendââ
Kaiba narrowed his eyes. âYes, history will say we were very good friends.â
âI mean, Iâm down to clear it up but I donât think I gotta fill in a bunch of internet randos about our batshit sex life.â He scrolled through a few more photos, then paused, phone dimming in his hand.
âCan I ask you something?â
Kaiba hummed a yes.
Jonouchi turned on his side, resting his chin just above Kaibaâs heart. âDonât you ever miss duelling? Like, actually competing? Why donât you do it more?â
Kaibaâs gaze moved toward the open balcony. Outside, the coastal wind pressed gently against the glass. His voice came low.
âKaibaCorpâs busy,â he said. âIâm restructuring our board and changing our stock framework. I want the company private again. Mokuba and I shouldnât be beholden to shareholder tantrums every time someone smells blood in the water. That kind of shift takes time. A lot of it.â He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling again. âAnd my full attention. Something had to give.â
Jonouchi was quiet a long while. Then: âWould you have more time to duel if you werenât seeing me so much?â
Kaiba turned to look at him sharply.
Jonouchi blinked, guileless, his brow furrowed like he genuinely didnât think it was an odd thing to ask.
Something hurt a little in Kaibaâs chest. Not because the question offended him, but because he knew what kind of man asked a thing like that.
He exhaled slowly. âSpending time with you has nothing to do with it.â
Jonouchi nodded thoughtfully, eyes flicking away. But Kaiba caught his chin between two fingers and brought his face back.
âYou really want me back on the circuit so badly youâd break up with me over it?â
Jonouchi gave a crooked smile. âI just think youâre⌠stupidly talented, man. You deserve to be out there.â
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