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Superman and Fairies - The Bottom Line	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Superman and Fairies - The Bottom Line

Author: Maggiemay

Betas: Mofaf1, Sprinkles, and Jazzy

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Yaoi, non-con, incest, AU, violence, mild gore, MiCD

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any other copyrighted characters. I only own this story.

Summary: A school project starts off a cascade of events that lead to love, romance, fairies and serial killers. Seto/Jou, Atemu/Seto, Atemu/Yugi

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"Mom, I know... Look I have to go. We have to rush if we're going to be on time. I know.." Honda Hiroto looked up as his best friend and adoptive brother, Jounouchi Katsuya, bedroom door opened a crack, just in time to head off a full scale lecture. "Katsuya is ready to go, so I need to hang up. Mom..."

"Hiroto, I'm telling you! You make sure you boys are on time today! I have a weird feeling about it. If you aren't on time something is going to happen," Honda Senta warned in the strangely-accented, Japanese-German hybrid language she'd developed growing up as the only child of a Japanese industrialist and German nurse.

"I know mom. We will be on time, I promise. But we have to go. We'll be careful. I love you!" Knowing if he gave her a chance she'd launch into another tirade, Honda quickly shut his phone, ending the conversation just as his brother's door widened and an almost-nude man streaked past. "Man, Jou! Hurry up! Spray on some cologne, use a breath mint, and let’s go! We've got three minutes to leave and ten to be in class," Honda yelled after the hastily retreating back.

"Five minutes, Honda. Gotta take a shower. She made me sweat like a horse. Didn't want a quickie and kept slowin' me down. And she bathed in her perfume. I don't wanna stink like sweat, girl perfume, and pussy. 'Sides, my dick itches from the rubber,” the blond replied as he shut the bathroom door.

"Damn it, J...oh..." Honda broke off as a petite, slender bra-and pantie-clad woman with tousled black hair, and a sleepy, well-fucked look staggered out of Jou's room and headed for the bathroom. Hurriedly, he stepped in front of her. "Look no offense, but we have class. He can't stay for another round."

Her eyes widened slightly and she retreated a few paces. "I want to use the toilet, not go for another round. I'm bowlegged and sore. He's more gentle than anyone I've ever met before, but big is big and it hurts. I should have listened to the others when they said he was too big. I'm out of action for at least a week."

Understanding and humor made Honda nod as he stifled a snicker. "Yeah I hear that a lot from girls. Gentle, but too big. Look, if you go in there he'll think you want another round. You need to get out of here now. Otherwise, you'll be even more sore and we'll be absent on our second day of class."

"Yeah, got it. Tell him... it was fun." She spun on her heel and rushed back into Jou's bedroom. She was back in less than a minute, wriggling her skirt down around her thighs and pulling on her blouse. As she rushed out the door, she paused long enough to give him a quick grimace and hop into her sandals. From the way she moved, Honda could tell Jou wouldn't be riding that train again. Not that he blamed her. She really was tiny and Jou, to be blunt, was hung like a horse. He was surprised she got through the first round. Most of the girls Jou brought back who were about her size actually left before anything could happen, terrified by the monster in the blonde's pants.

Not that he'd checked the blond out, Honda reassured himself. It was just that when you shared a room with another guy for over five years - first at home, then as roommates in a house - a guy noticed things, and Jounouchi's morning wood was hard to miss as it jutted from his body over thirteen inches. Honda's cheeks burned reflexively even remembering it after over five years as he recalled his fascination with that part of Jounouchi when the other man had come to live with them. He had stared and sometimes had to resist the urge to strip off the blonde's pajama bottoms just to see if it was as big as it seemed. He hadn't been the only one fascinated either. His older sister's eyes had almost popped out of her head on several occasions until his mother made a rule that pajamas couldn't be worn at the breakfast table - not even on weekends.

Looking back, he had to wonder if his mother hadn't been aware of their fascination with Jou's body and made the rule to limit their exposure. Whatever the case, the rule had helped bring his unnatural interest under control.

A loud thud and the bathroom door swinging open brought him back from his trip down memory lane. Jounouchi, wriggling into jeans as he hopped across the room, panted, "One minute Bro, and we're out of here." Jeans barely held in place by a half closed zipper, he slid into his woven leather sandals. He snagged the wifebeater from the back of the couch where it had landed earlier in his rush to remove it, and slipped it over his head. "Ya got our bag?" He asked even as his hazel eyes tracked over Honda's shoulder, affirming the strap.

"Of course." Seeing Jou was as ready as he was going to get, the muscular brunet jerked open the door and held it wide. As usual the hyper man was first out in a blond flash, still bumbling with the button of his pants.

Otogi Ryugi smiled over at his best friend Kaiba Seto. "Right again." He adjusted his seat belt and flicked the brunet an admonishing glance. "Buckle up, Kaiba. It'd be a shame to knock that genius brain down to normal in a car accident."

"Hnnn... I was off by thirty seconds. He's gotten faster." The blue eyes flicked across the street to their blond classmate. "Either that or his shadow has gotten better at hurrying him up." Obligingly, he buckled his seat belt. "Shall we offer them a ride? They will be late if we don't."

"Fuck that. They'd turn us down anyway. Why waste the time?" He shook his ponytail back where the breeze teased it forward. "Besides I don't want to encourage your fascination with blondie there. You watch him entirely too much if you know how long it will take him to fuck, shower, and dress." The black-haired, green-eyed man gave him a sidelong look. "Especially since he hasn't said more that ten words to you and half of them have been insults."

"He's predictable." Seto folded his arms defensively, realized what he was doing and deliberately relaxed his arms. Another glance at the blond, and he saw that he was looking in their direction. "Drive Ryuugi," he ordered. On impulse, he lifted his hand in a casual wave. He waited until they passed the hurrying pair before calling out, "See you in class... If you get there in time." He saw the object of his intense study falter and make a rude hand gesture, and Seto laughed in pure enjoyment. He loved teasing hyperactive dogs - the blond fit that description perfectly.

Jou lowered his hand and clenched it in a fist. "Fucking jerks."

"C'mon Jou, it's not like we would have..." Honda broke off when his best friend shot him a dire glare. "Yeah, okay. Fucking faggot jerks. “Let’s go! We can still make it," he lied, jerking his chin towards the distant building.

Huffing and puffing, they raced into the classroom. The instructor turned to glare at them. "I warned you about being late for class on the first day." The glare intensified. "Latecomers are not allowed to enter. The door is usually locked. The only reason the door was open and you were allowed to enter was because your classmates-" He gestured to Kaiba Seto and Otogi Ryuugi, "vouched that you were on the way and would be here within four minutes." Tanaka-sensi gave the clock a quick look. "They were correct and I will now lock the door." He gave the two red-faced young men a commanding look. "Thank them politely. They saved your grade in this class. To avoid a failing grade,you would have had to drop."

Biting back the protest that if the assholes had offered them a ride they would not have been late, Jou gave a scant bow and mumbled something that could be mistaken for a 'sankyu', but came out more as a 'fukyu.' Honda repeated it exactly.

Seto smirked coldly and leaned forward to whisper, "Don't make offers your ass can't back up."

"Why you..." He started to swing his clenched fist at the smug face only to be stopped by Honda's tight grip and Tanaka-sensei's sharp, "Get to your seats!"

The teacher cleared his throat and continued, "As I was saying earlier. The topics are Nature vs. Choice: do people have a choice or are they pre-determined by genetics? You will pick from the following topics: crime, socio-economic, marriage, homosexuality, religion, education, intelligence, personality type, career, and racial prejudice." He looked around at his students. "Forty students. Teams of two, two teams each topic, one team takes choice the other takes nature. You were all to find a partner and select a topic. I will assign the choice or nature side. Each topic could only be used one time. If you found a partner and selected a topic, you were welcome to email me and I would assign it appropriately. I received eleven emails. That leaves nine teams to assign." Tanaka reached into his desk and pulled out a stack of blue folders and handed them to a student in the front of the class. "Yamada, Morimoto, Narita, Kudo, Suzuki, Ito, Kaiba, Satou, Miyake, Mori, and Kobayashi, please find your team's folder and pass the rest on. Do not open them yet." He hesitated a moment, adjusting his glasses. "Please take a seat next to your partner as well."

While several students played musical chairs, Jou leaned over and whispered to Honda, "Thought you were going to send an email."

"You said you would," the brunet gritted out.

"Yeah, but..." The blond sighed and leaned closer. "You should know better than to listen to me when I'm busy. I mean... c'mon I was..." He gestured explicitly.

"Honda and Jounouchi. Is it safe to presume you are a team?" The teacher interrupted before Honda could fire back.

"Yes." They responded in stereo.

"That's fine. Everyone else is paired up as well, but as you were last in class today you will be last to be assigned." Then Tanaka-sensei smiled thinly. "You'll get what nobody else wants."

Jou bit back a rude comment and lowered his head. Honda nodded and glared into middle-space, mentally cursing his best friend with every dirty word he could get. He knew - just knew - what topic they were going to get. Why he couldn't have a responsible, academic inclined best friend and brother was a cross he constantly bore. It just wasn't fair! Jounouchi got good grades without even studying while Honda had to work his ass off just to be average. If his friend ever studied, he could ace anything. Damn it! Damn it! He knew down to the soles of his feet what their topic was going to be. All thanks to his lazy, sex-loving friend.

"All right. There were eleven emails. Two sets of two of them asked for the same asked for the same topic - so two topics are no longer available. They are racial prejudice and intelligence. Seven more topic have been chosen, leaving only one whole topic available. The seven chosen are personality type, career, education, crime, homosexuality, marriage, and religion. The one not chosen by anyone is socio-economic. Those eight are the choices left to the nine remaining teams." He went to the dry-erase board and wrote them out so that each team could see their choices.

Team-by-team, each of the remaining nine teams were asked. Honda and Jounouchi didn't have long to wait to hear their chosen topic, crime, be picked by the first team. After that it was slow torture, like water dripping on a stone, wearing away their hopes. After crime, career was taken, then socio-economic, next education, marriage, socio-economic, personality, and the eighth team selected religion. Each time a topic was selected the teacher handed the team a blue folder.

Furious and despairing, but knowing there was no way out short of dropping the class and delaying their graduation by another semester, Jounouchi and Honda stood and accepted their folder.

Rubbing his hands together in an almost gleeful way, Tanaka-sensei nodded. "All right. Inside the folder is an outline for your project: the acceptable methods of research, proper manner of citation, requirements for the written portion, and, of course, the requirements for the presentation. I suggest you work with your opposing team about timing and props used in the debate. They must all be agreed upon by both teams." He looked around the room expectantly. "When you open your folder there will be a ribbon of green or blue. Green denotes 'nature' and blue denotes 'choice.'" He smiled as if it were something exceptionally clever. "Go ahead and open the folders now." He waited a beat then quipped, "No trading either."

Jounouchi opened the folder. With shaking fingers, he picked up the green ribbon. Glancing around the room, he asked, "Who...who has the homosexual blue...?" Although he knew, somehow he knew, his gaze travelled to the only openly homosexuals in the room: Kaiba Seto and Otogi Ryuugi. Kaiba was holding a blue ribbon... and staring directly at him.

Next to Jou, Honda Hiroto closed his eyes tight and shook his head. His mother was always right. Damn it!

Across town, Senta sneezed and stood from her chair to grab a tissue. Halfway to the small table to grab the Kleenex, she changed direction and went to the kitchen. A ping in her mother's intuition told her to bake cookies. Her boys were going to need comforting.

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