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discovery....

byline:
Anubis C. Soundwave

Chapter
Act Five.

Nnhn...you’re
driving me crazy...Hiro....

Gods...you’re
tight and good....

Anzu
studies Ishitani and Seto quizzically as the three and Shizuka watch
a hentai together.

“I
have a theory about this,” says Anzu after a moment. “Tezuka
Osamu was a pawn in a government scheme.”

Seto
bites into a rice ball. “Go on.”

Yes...yes....motto...motto...!

“You
see, hentai is a massive propaganda campaign designed to keep
women indoors, locked away in their rooms for life. Our government
had to,” continues Anzu, “in order to keep women under
masculine control after World War II ended.”

“What?”
Shizuka demands.

“Think
about it. Don’t go to school--your classmates or the sensei
plan to take your virginity. Don’t go to nursing school; the
doctor in residence is a serial rapist. Don’t work; your
supervisors are into kinky bondage. Don’t visit Tokyo Tower in
Minato-ku--alien demons with tentacle penises await you.

“Don’t
take any shortcuts in alleys; street thugs want to gang up on your
innocent body. Don’t masturbate on your break from the
newsroom--a male rival might find out and blackmail you into jacking
off for his amusement.

“And
for heaven’s sake, don’t take the subway after
midnight--unless you like sex with total strangers.”

“...there’s
a glaring hole in your theory,” muses Ishitani. “As
dangerous as those other places are, the last place you want to be is
at home.”

“There,
the she-males; blackmailing yakuza, and child rapists lie in
wait for your pussy,” adds Seto. “Not to mention the evil
fathers and older brothers who force their young daughters or
siblings to perform unspeakable, depraved acts.”

“And
that’s after these same males have finished with their maids
and slaves locked in the attic or basement,” continues
Ishitani.

Seto
smirks. “There is no escaping the Japanese sex drive, woman.
Your cunt is ours.”

Unngh...I
love...being inside you....

“So...I
guess we could each curl up in a corner of our rooms, reduced to a
whimpering mass,” quips Shizuka.

“You
forget Urotsukidoji, my pupil.” Ishitani
grins. “Potent bakuhatsuteki seieki.”

“Told
you.” Seto takes another bite out of his rice ball. “No
escape.

“Give
in.” The young executive gives Anzu an odd, silly leering look.

Onegai....stay
inside me...when you come, Hiro...!

“Yeah;
abandon all hope, ye women that enter here,” Ishitani grins
crudely, mangling a quote from Dante’s Inferno.
“Japan is a terrible place for a Catholic nun.

“Anyway,
Mazaki: you’re thinking too hard. You need sex.”

“What?”
spits Anzu.

Seto
hoists Anzu over his shoulder as he stands. “Sounds like a
plan.”

“Plan!?
Put me down!”

“Relax;
we’re taking a communal shower.” Ishitani takes Shizuka’s
hand; he gives the young teenager a meaningful wink as both rise to
follow Seto and Anzu into the shower at the Kaiba mansion.

Nn-unh...I’m
coming, Natsume...!

...yes...H-hiro...I-I’m
gonna come...!

Aauugh...!

Ishitani
scoffs. “Let me turn this crap off.”

Aah...iiieee--*!

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Seto
leans back, letting Anzu wash his hair.

“This
has its advantages over the barber shop; ne, Kaiba?”
grins Ishitani, likewise reclined on Shizuka.

“...the
shampoo is better,” Seto muses.

“You’d
be interesting as a blond,” smiles Anzu as Seto nuzzles her
breast.

“I
like my hair.”

“But
you’ve had this same hair for almost ten years. At least when
you met me at Domino, I had ponytails.”

“Your
hair’s getting longer.” Seto toys with a wet mahogany
lock of Anzu’s mane. “I miss them sometimes.”

“Long
hair is high-maintenance,” counters Shizuka, running her
fingers through Ishitani’s soggy auburn mop. “I don’t
blame Anzu-san for keeping it short.”

“I
don’t know, Shizuka-kun. I’ve always seen you with
a long mantle of golden-brown hair, that you could pin up
geisha-style.” Ishitani looks up at the girl shampooing
his hair after she finishes rinsing. “You’d look
sexy....”

“I
think not--my great-grandmother was geisha.”

“That
explains your lovely skin....” Ishitani takes hold of one of
Shizuka’s arms, kissing the soft inner part of the elbow.

“I’ve
had enough of you masturbating on my tailbone.” Seto spins
himself around to face Anzu, holding her flexed thighs to keep her
legs apart. He leans close to Anzu, the tip of his penis just barely
sliding along the length of her genitalia.

“I...that....”
Anzu’s eyes widen; she notes that the position Seto pinned her
in let his erect member “spank” her wet sex. “I...I
wasn’t doing that,” she protests, panting.

“That’s
not just shower water I feel. Keep in mind,” smiles Seto
knowingly, “that I know the difference.”

Seto
touches Anzu’s chin. “It’s my turn to wash your
hair.” He pulls back from her. “Stand up.”

Anzu
breathes a small sigh of relief. “Am I supposed to trust having
you behind me?” she quips nonetheless as she complies.

“You
never minded before,” Seto answers in kind.

As
Anzu leans onto him for the shampoo, Seto gently lets his hands roam
the sides of her body. Anzu shudders in delight as she hands him her
shampoo.

Seto
sniffs the shampoo. “Strawberry?”

“You
like strawberries,” counters Anzu.

“I
don’t understand you women.” Ishitani shakes his head as
he lathers up Shizuka’s cocoa butter shampoo. “Aside from
sex, the primary human male drive is food. Why would women want to
smell like food?”

“Because
the alternative usually is shampoo that smells like medicine or cheap
cologne.” Shizuka moans softly as Ishitani draws her closer to
him, the large young man using one hand to massage her scalp.

“But
think about it, Kawai.” Seto teases one of Anzu’s
breasts, eliciting a soft moan from the brunette. “The
delicious-smelling soaps, shampoos, perfumes...it makes our mouths
water.”

“Makes
us hungry.” Ishitani nibbles one of Shizuka’s earlobes.

“Maybe...we
just like to smell nice.” Anzu gently jabs Seto with her elbow.

Seto
encircles Anzu’s waist. “It’s working,” he
hisses in her ear.

“Enough,
you. Finish rinsing my hair.”

“I’m
nearly finished.” Seto rinses the last of the lather from
Anzu’s hair.

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Though
the shower grows cooler, the four young people fail to notice; so
entangled are they in a blind wet haze of gropes, touches, kisses.

Seto
and Ishitani--blinded by water and overwhelmed with lust--roughly
massage the rear of the girl nearest them.

Anzu
finds herself hoisted in a familiar position; her buttocks envelop
the eager penis as she delightfully admits it into her rectum in one
plunge.

Shizuka
cries out, new to anal sex. “Yoshi-san...slow...d-down...onegai...!”

“I
am...moving slowly....” Still thrusting, Ishitani realizes that
there was...a mix-up.

“Oi...damn;
she’s good...! Oi! Kaiba!”

“So...tight...!”
Seto obliviously thrusts into Shizuka’s butt.

“Yarou!
You’re fucking the wrong girl’s ass!” grins
Ishitani stupidly, not ending his own relentless romp with Anzu.

“What!?”
Despite hearing Ishitani right behind her, Anzu bucks wildly on his
hard member, unable to stop herself. “Seto! His...he...!
It’s...too...big...!” she shrieks.

“Yoshi-san--Seto-san...it
hurts...!” cries Shizuka.

“Slow...down...!”
orders Ishitani. “Kaiba, you fuck: slow down!”

“I’m...trying...!”
grunts Seto, in a feral state. “Once this...gets...started...my
hips...have a mind...of their own...!”

“Relax....”
Ishitani gently traces Anzu’s moist vagina, which calms her
somewhat as he moves closer to Seto and Shizuka. “Make a
sandwich, Kaiba; we need to get them to relax.”

The
two young men gently push the girls’ bodies together; all four
lovers slick with water and sweat.

“Pull
out...pull out...!” Anzu licks Shizuka’s shoulder in an
attempt to kiss Seto, her mind delirious with lust.
“Ishitani’s...cock...out...! Too...big...!”

“Too...too
late...now...!” Ishitani hisses in Anzu’s ear.
“Slide....slide into the rhythm....

“Daijobu
na, Shizu-kun?” he asks Shizuka.

“...yes...!”
nods the younger girl dubiously. She takes Ishitani’s hand; he
grips hers for moral support.

“Anzu-k-ko...g-gomen...nasai...!”
growls Seto in a strangled attempt at an apology.

“...a
bit late...for tha--!” Anzu finds herself sucking on one of
Shizuka’s breasts.

“That...shut
her up....” Ishitani smirks crudely.
“Kaiba:...Katsu-chan’s...gonna kill you...if he
finds out....”

“...not
to worry...! The only...person...watching us...is Hasegawa...and you
know...that old bastard...just jacks off...to shit like this...!

“You
can keep...a secret...ne, Shizuka-kun...?” Seto hisses.

A
pair of escalating feminine groans from Shizuka and Anzu is the only
response.

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Mokuba
absently dabs drool off his chin as he watches his brother’s
antics on tape. This will make such a fine DVD in my
collection.... Hentai has its limits, after all.

Jounouchi
and Honda barge in just as Mokuba realizes the blonde Seto sodomizes
on the tape is Shizuka.

The
dark-haired adolescent puts his back to the TV before the two older
teenagers see the “stars”. “O-ohayossu,
Jounouchi-san...Honda-san....”

“Ossu,
Mokuba-kun,” grins Jounouchi. “What’s that...?
Ah...a kinky movie--let me see!”

“Oh!
N-no! I-I was about to take this out anyway. I’m going to burn
it to disc later.”

Jounouchi
notes Ishitani’s face on the TV that Mokuba is still
concealing. “I see Ishitani found work.... Who’s he--*”

Honda
sees Anzu. “Eh...your oniisan won’t be happy about
this...” he smiles slyly.

“...I
don’t think ‘niisama will be too concerned....”
Mokuba laughs nervously.

Jounouchi
shoves Mokuba aside to get a better view of the video. “Who’s
that hot blonde?” he asks giddily.

Shaking
off the mesmerizing effects of the girls’ bouncing breasts,
Honda studies the blonde girl closely. “Anou...Jouno-kun....
That’s your imouto....”

“What!?”
Jounouchi’s brown eyes widen, his face a bright pink. “Who’s
fucking my imouto!?”

Mokuba
vainly tries to cover the part of the screen showing Seto as
Jounouchi yanks the younger youth away from the TV....

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“Aomori’s
been avoiding us all day,” remarks Ishitani.

“I
think he’s angry about something,” says Seto. “No
good will come of being on his shitlist.

“But
we deal with that when it comes. Incidentally,” continues Seto,
“Anzu made me swear off anal sex for three months. Thanks.”

“It
was no problem,” grins Ishitani. “It did work out better
once we switched and ass-fucked our own partners, though.”

“Agreed.
That was a side of me I didn’t expect to show a fifteen-year
old.”

“Unless
it was otoutogo; you know what a pervert he can be.”

“He’s
a year younger than Shizuka-kun.”

Ishitani
sees Mokuba in his Meioh school uniform, approaching them in a
fidgety manner. “He’s come to pay us a visit in person,”
says Ishitani.

“Which
means the following. One: he taped our little escapade; two: some
matter is awry, or three,” finishes Seto, “a combination
of the two.”

Seto
turns to face his brother. “Good day, Mokuba-dai.”

“...ohayossu....”
Mokuba sits down at the table outside the school, where the two
Domino students were eating lunch.

“Sanban,”
hisses Ishitani.

“...what
is the problem, otouto-kun,” smiles Seto resignedly.

Mokuba
swallows. “I’m sure you already have guessed that there’s
a physical record of your...activities...last weekend.”

“Yes,
we know you tape your oniisan doing dirty things for your
budding private smut archive,” grins Ishitani, watching Seto
blush faintly. “But go on.”

“I...was
reviewing the tape so I could burn it to disc when Jouno-san and
Honda-san surprised me....”

“Enough.
Go, lest I act on these fratricidal thoughts I’m
contemplating.” Seto shoos away Mokuba, an annoyed scowl on his
face.

Mokuba
takes the hint and leaves.

“This
makes for an interesting puzzle,” muses Ishitani, downing a bit
of spiked karupisu.

“You
got me into this mess, Ishitani,” says Seto, “and you
must get me out.”

“Working
on it.” Ishitani takes another pull from his drink. “I
think.... If we humbled those two idiots a bit, they won’t be
assholes about what they saw...you understand?” He gives Seto a
meaningful wink.

“Unfortunately,
yes. And unfortunately, I’m also starting to like the way you
think.”

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“We
have to get those fucks,” grins Jounouchi evilly, “and we
have to get them good.

“If
it were just Ishitani,” the blond youth continues, “then
we could find a couple of the elder Sarayashiki gang and take him
out. But we’re dealing with Kaiba, too--and he’ll expect
me to fly off the handle and attack him with my bare hands....”

“Probably
has his security detail here,” nods Honda. “Maybe we
could make Mokuba run naked through the school.”

“What
are you talking about? Mokuba’s an even bigger pervert than his
oniisan. He’d probably get off on streaking.”

“It
would embarrass Kaiba....”

“I
don’t want to embarrass him; I want to humiliate him. And that
bastard Ishitani.”

“Then
you’d be wasting your time rounding up the elder Sarayashiki
gang,” says Senzo, plopping down next to them. “They
wouldn’t hurt Ishitani; their leader is his gikei.”

“Furthermore,
I personally subscribe to the adage of getting even,” smiles
Kazuhiko thinly.

“That’s
a good point, Aomori-senpai,” says Honda, “but why
stop to help us?”

“I
have my own grievances with Kaiba-kun and Ishitani-san. They
need to be put in their place.”

“Hm...I
just had a bit of a wicked idea....” Jounouchi’s devious
grin returns, grinch-like.

“You
mean...?” Honda smiles wickedly as Jounouchi nods. “Knowing
them, they’d try to get us the same way....”

“In
that case, you two will need our assistance,” says Kazuhiko.

“Are
we doing what I think we’re doing?” asks Senzo. The other
students nod. “Ooh...I’ve wanted to do this for
years....”

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“Gym.
I completed gym last year; I’m sure....” Seto scowls,
talking on his flip phone. “...no; I’m actually quite
careful about scheduling my classes. I need to graduate for my
company’s sake....

“...yes,
Ishitani-san is with me....” Wincing in anger, Seto flings the
phone in Ishitani’s face. “For you.”

Ishitani
takes the phone, glaring at Seto. “Watch it, Kaiba--I haven’t
forgotten how to kick your ass.” He answers the phone.
“Moshi-moshi; Ishitani here.... What the--I...I don’t
understand. I took gym my freshman year....

“No.
I’m aware I was expelled that year, but the courses I passed
the semester prior to that are still in file, as far as I understand
it...what the--what do you mean it’s not in the file..!?

“Good
day, Tatsunabe-sensei....” Ishitani closes the phone,
handing it back to Seto. “Fuck....”

“I
have to take gym again? It’d be the fourth time in four damned
years. Not likely. When I reach Tatsunabe’s office,”
spits Seto, “he’ll find out just what I think of him and
his half-assed sense of organization.”

“While
you do that, I’ll just beat the shit out of him.”

“You’ll
be expelled again.”

“I’ve
got my act together, Kaiba. Avenues lined up. I don’t need this
fucking school.”

“Neither
do I, but it’d be stupid of me to run a company without a high
school diploma on my wall.”

“Why’d
he call us here this late anyway!?” Ishitani yanks open the
door to the locker room. “It’s otsuya.”

“That
is rather suspicious....” Seto and Ishitani enter the locker
room. “Hn...it’s pitch dark.”

“Nobody’s
he--*” Ishitani whips around as the door he left open slams
shut.

Two
assailants grab Ishitani’s arms before he can react, tying them
behind his back.

Seto,
thrashing with arms pinned by two other assailants, watches as
Ishitani’s attackers smother the burly youth with a gym
washcloth. Another ether-soaked cloth is put over his own face, and
Seto loses consciousness.

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“...looks
rather pretty in this light, ne?”

Seto
wakes an hour later to see Jounouchi, who strokes his cheek. “Very
pretty.”

“This
is a more interesting way to spend the evening, I think,” Honda
muses.

Seto
eyes the two third-year students. “Is there a reason I’m
trussed up on my hands and knees?” he asks blearily, still
groggy from the ether.

“...oi,
Kaiba....” Ishitani squints to focus on his surroundings.
“Those two are naked.”

“What
the hell...?” Seto’s eyes widen.

“And
we’re naked. These idiots want a pony ride,” says
Ishitani.

“Or
in his case, a tatsunootoshigo ride.” Jounouchi smack’s
Seto’s rear.

“...you
bastard!” Seto hisses.

“Don’t
bother struggling. We tie knots well,” warns Honda.

“Did
you fucks bother to bring lubricant for this party?” asks
Ishitani.

Jounouchi
sat on Seto’s back. “Did you two bother to bring any when
this jackass crammed his cock inside my imouto?”

“It
was an accident!” thunders Seto. “If you’d seen the
video from the beginning, you’d have known I was half-blind
from the water!”

“Relax,
Kaiba. They’ve already made up their minds that they’re
going to stick it to us. Honda,” Ishitani continues, “Open
my satchel; it has jelly in it.

“We
have to be comfortable. Besides,” the auburn-haired giant
smirks, “their hot dog-thin boy-cocks won’t do anything
to us.”

“What,
did your oniisan ass-fuck you as a child?” wonders Seto.

“No.
I’d never sleep with that idiot. I’ve been on the giving
end a lot myself.

“This
is my first time with a guy on either end, though.” Ishitani
stares at Honda. “I want it to be a great experience.”

“Then
shut up and suck.” Honda unceremoniously pops his penis inside
Ishitani’s mouth.

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Jounouchi
straddles Seto’s back, then rocks back and forth. “I just
want to be nice and tasty for you, Kaiba. No sense in making this
unpleasant.”

“You
expect me to suck your cock, too? Kutabare!”

“Ah,
you’ll do that in a minute....”

“...Bonkotsu-chan:
bonkotsu in everything he does,” hisses Seto. “I do
hope you’ll enjoy this; as you yourself will be servicing a lot
of men in prison.”

“And
you’ll be right alongside me, you fuck; unless you’re
smart enough to let this slide.”

“I
already told you; it was an accident. And anyway, zakou;
reimai asked me to slow down, not stop.”

Jounouchi
scowls at Seto’s banter, getting off his back. “I think
I’m ready to put that smart-assed mouth of yours to good use.
Open wide.”

Seto
scrunches his lips shut, glaring at the blond. Jounouchi calmly pokes
the older youth’s pursed lips with his tip.

“Look,
temae,” says Jounouchi after a minute of Seto’s
resistance. “Ishitani’s ass is too big, and there’s
only enough lube to put in his hole.

“None
left over for you, understand?” Jounouchi stoops down, gently
gripping Seto’s chin. “If you want this to be comfortable
at all; you’ll put that hot, wet mouth over me. You follow?”

Seto
turns his head, like a small toddler refusing creamed spinach.

“It’s
either that, or you get me in your ass dry! You won’t like it!”

His
eyes burning hot, Seto spits at Jounouchi. “You sorry
chikushoume, I don’t like it no--*!”

“Ah...see?
This is better....” Jounouchi holds Seto’s head to keep
the brunet from pulling away.

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“How
are you...liking it, Honda?” grins Jounouchi, heady from Seto’s
mouth.

“I
don’t know, really...” says Honda, glaring at Ishitani.
“This bastard’s having too much fun.”

“Sorry
for you.... Kaiba’s mouth...feels like pussy.” Jounouchi
turns to Seto. “Damn, your mouth’s wet....”

Seething,
Seto gives Jounouchi a muffled reply, his cheeks turning a pale red.

“You
know...I think Seto-chan’s...starting to like it....”

“Or
he’s going to turn blue from...the lack of oxygen...”
says Honda.

“He
still has...his fucking nose....” Jounouchi winces, about to
ejaculate. “You know I’m not...done here, Kaiba...!”

The
blond youth shot his semen inside Seto’s mouth. “Ah...that
was rather satisfying....”

Honda
releases soon after Jounouchi, into Ishitani’s mouth.

Ishitani
swallows Honda’s seed. “You taste like watered-down
karupisu. Pathetic.”

Seto,
meanwhile, spits out Jounouchi’s seed.

Jounouchi
kisses the older youth, tasting himself inside Seto’s mouth.
“...Anzu’s a lucky woman.”

“Why
don’t you go fuck yourself, zakou,” scowls Seto.

Jounouchi
slaps Seto’s rump again, slipping on a pair of sterile latex
gloves. “I’m sure fucking you will be more fun,” he
grins.

“What
are the gloves for?”

Stooping
in front of Seto to coat his gloved fingers in the exhumed semen and
saliva, Jounouchi waggles his eyebrows.

Seto
stares balefully at the bench in the locker room. “Tell me when
this is over...” he seethes.

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“Oh!
Oh! I’m not feeling a fucking thing!” mocks Ishitani, a
dopey grin on his face. “Some ‘rapist’ you are.”

“Shut
up, you bastard!” hisses Honda, continuing to thrust into
Ishitani’s anus.

“I’m
sorry.... It’s just obvious you’re new at this. Want to
trade places?” Ishitani asks. “I can show you how it’s
done.”

Honda
glares at Ishitani. “I saw how you did it, thanks.”

“Seeing
and feeling are different things, Hiroto-kun.”

Seto
trembles, struggling to keep his body from betraying him. Each thrust
from Jounouchi sends him closer to climax.

Jounouchi
slides his gloved hands along Seto’s shaft, driving the
blue-eyed youth to near-madness.

“Listen,
Kaiba.... This isn’t...my first time....” The blond
revels in Seto’s tight heat.

“You
mean you...you raped people before?” spits Seto.

“No,
you stupid fuck...! But I can tell...when someone’s having fun;
and judging by this industrial-grade erection...in my hands...”
Jounouchi smirks, “...you’re getting into this....

“Not
to mention...the pull you have...on me.... You’re tight...I
love it.... You have to come...pretty soon....”

“I
wouldn’t...give you the...satisfaction....” Seto narrowly
checks the urge to buck like a beast in heat. “...so,
bonkotsu...who put you up to this...? You didn’t think
of this...on your own....”

“Yeah;
you two aren’t smart enough to pull this off,” adds
Ishitani. “Who sent you--*?”

Senzo
interrupts Ishitani, sliding his penis into the older youth’s
mouth. “Yoshi.”

“Yeah,”
grins Honda. “I couldn’t get him to shut up.”

Seto
sees Kazuhiko, clad only in glasses and a smile. “Aomo--*!”

Kazuhiko
pushes his penis deep inside Seto’s mouth. “Come now,
Kaiba-kun. You know the man in glasses is always evil.”

Kazuhiko
props his knees on Seto’s shoulders, leaving his own hands free
to run his fingers through Seto’s hair.

“Ah...if
your mouth is this fine, Kaiba Seto; then you must be giving
Jounouchi-kun wonderful trouble.”

“He
is, Aomori-senpai.... I’m not sure...I want to come
out...” cries Jounouchi deliriously.

“You
had better. I want my fair use of him...ah...! His mouth...will not
be enough to sate me....” Kazuhiko turns to Seto. “No...it
won’t be enough, Seto.

“I
want you to lose control....”

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“You’re
so exciting, Kaiba.” Jounouchi smiles, stroking Seto’s
cheek. The young executive’s cheeks are flushed and ruddy, his
body slick with sweat.

Kazuhiko
kisses Seto; exhausted, Seto accepts. “He is beautiful,”
Kazuhiko smiles.

“Enjoy
this while you can...Aomori...” pants Seto, glaring at the
bespectacled youth as Jounouchi and Honda leave. “I will get
even with you...mark my words....”

Stroking
himself, Kazuhiko laughs dismissively. “You and Ishitani both
think too highly of yourselves.”

“I
have good reason to,” smiles Ishitani sedately. “Takara-chan
ain’t doing shit back here.”

“Shut
your mouth, Yoshi-chan! Just relax and feel Senzo’s
manhood,” commands Senzo.

“Fuck
that! If I could feel anything, I wouldn’t be mocking you; you
limp wonder.

“Come
on, Aomori; why’d you put Katsu-chan up to this?”

“It
was Jounouchi-kun’s idea--ready yourself, Kaiba-kun--I
merely helped him implement it.” Kazuhiko enters Seto. “Quite
the creative mind.

“As
to my reasons: it’s time that you both...were put in your
place....”

“I
don’t know about Kaiba,” yawns Ishitani, further mocking
Senzo, “but Takara’s not doing the job. I’d
probably feel violated if I could jack off instead.

“Right
now, it feels like he’s...tickling me.”

“I
know you’d rather help me fuck Kaiba-kun,”
Kazuhiko grins crudely.

“You’re
a sorry fuck...you know that, Aomori..!?” hisses Seto.

“This
wouldn’t be happening...if you’d told me...about the
damned letter...Seto.”

“Oh...!
Is that what the fuck...this is about...?” Seto turns his head
to glare at Kazuhiko. “I couldn’t tell you...what was in
that letter! ...not--not supposed to...! ...stupid fucking ass...!”

“Amusing...that’s
exactly ...what I’m doing right now...isn’t it,
Seto-kun...?”

“I...will...get
even....”

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“You
came...without screaming. You can be a real bastard, Kaiba-kun;
that makes me hate you at times.

“Nonetheless,
I enjoyed myself. I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”
Kazuhiko runs his fingers through Seto’s hair, the normally
neat coif now a wild sweaty mass of chestnut locks.

He
and Senzo dress, then turn to leave.

“Where
are you going...? Untie us!” demands Seto.

Kazuhiko
quickly leaves.

“Untie
us, you ass!” spits Ishitani at Senzo.

“No.
I’m not sticking around so you two can turn the tables on me!”

“You
need to--it’s obvious that you didn’t know what the fuck
you were doing back there!”

“Isono-kun
and Ishitani-reikei will be here in a few minutes. They’ll
untie you.

“Keep
quiet, now,” Senzo grins. “Takara Senzo won’t be
happy if you tell.”

He
leaves; Seto and Ishitani left to stare balefully at the door.

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“Kaiba-ontai,
are you alright?” Isono looks inside, seeing his employer lock
a familiar glare at him. “...forget I asked that.” The
teal-haired head of Kaiba Corporation security unties Seto.

“Yoshi-kun;
what the hell happened?” asks Shizuru, while Ishitani’s
brother Takeshi laughingly unties him. “Who was fucking my
gitei? All tied up....” Shizuru shakes her head,
clearing the cobwebs in her mind.

“It’s
not worth worrying about, Shizu-gishi,” grins Ishitani.

“So
Kazu-dai won’t be hearing of this, then.”

“Nope.”

“Good.
I...think he’s occupied at present.”

“I
would hope so.” Takeshi rolls his eyes. “He’s been
wanting to fuck this ‘snow girl’ for over ten years.”

“Her
name is Yukina, anta.” Shizuru tousles her husband’s
hair. “And as to that: he should be fine as long as Kouma’s
asleep.”

“If
that little brat of ours is asleep. He’s probably looking on.”

“No;
Kazuma told me that Hiei was watching Kouma tonight. You know how
impatient Hiei is. And if Kouma is looking on, it’s your fault.

“Now,
let’s get Yoshikatsu-dai home.”

“I
hope you’re okay, Yoshi-dai,” says Takeshi. “I
don’t see a used condom anywhere.”

“It’s
okay.” Ishitani slips on his pants, then his T-shirt. “If
I contract a disease, I know who to sue. Is there dinner?” He
drapes his school jacket over his shoulders.

“Cantonese.
You have to microwave yours now.” Takeshi grabs Ishitani by the
shoulder and pulls the younger man to him in a brotherly fashion.

The
Ishitani clan exits, Ishitani picking up his satchel. They leave Seto
and Isono alone.

“...I
can find out who did this,” says Isono.

“I
already know, Isono,” sighs Seto wearily. “Right now, I
need a bath, and a few hours rest.

“The
Matsuuma board game account. What’s the status on that?”
asks Seto as he dresses.

“Ontai....”
Isono sighs, takes out a comb, and starts putting Seto’s hair
back in place. “Matsuuma seems concerned about your marital
status, ontai. He says he knows he’s being nosy; but he
considers his product family-oriented, and....”

Seto
and Isono continue discussing the account as they enter the limo to
head to Kaiba Manor.

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Author’s
Notes:

The
above is why I ordinarily don’t write NCS. If NCS is implied or
involved, it probably lasts two sentences. Maybe a paragraph. I’m
even less likely to write yaoi, especially after my early “feeler”
efforts in Tamed Instincts. (I’m surprised by FF.Net
actually; yaoi (badly-written)content still lingers on that
site.)

And
here you see me attempting both at once. I think I did well not to
have Seto “take” Jou-jou. Also, I featured Honda, on one
of my ASOs(ANUBIS SOUNDWAVE ORIGINAL). I just hope Jouno’s not
OOC. My only defense is that he saw his fifteen-year old sister being
sodomized by a legal adult who he doesn’t like that much--hence
his comment to Seto--and snapped.

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A
full glossary of JPN words will be provided at the end of the fic, or
you can email me: anubis_soundwave@yahoo.com.
Of course, kutabare should be darned obvious in
context.

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RECAP
TIME!

Seto
and Ishitani are becoming a duo. This leads to exciting
developments...and unusual consequences.

And....
Let’s face it, there was a great deal of sodomy, all around.

Plus,
it seems that Kuwabara is engaged in pursuit of his own.

Will
Kuwabara succeed in his endeavor? What brought his elder sister
Shizuru to marry Ishitani’s elder Takeshi? How will Seto avenge
himself on Aomori and Jounouchi?

And
finally, why is this Matsuuma such a nosy bunny?

Find
out next time. For now: review. I hope you did enjoy.

:)
Stoner Sunshine :)
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