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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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Jou woke on a warm, fluffy cloud. At least that's what it felt like. He'd never been in a bed so warm and soft. And to make it even better, the pillow he was wrapped around -AKA Kaiba Seto - was clinging just as tightly to him. Ah he felt good; complete in a way he'd never experienced before. If just cuddling with the sexy brunet gave him this kind of satisfaction he couldn't wait for the aftermath of sex. He'd probably be in a blissful coma for days. Just thinking of the possibility made his dick twitch and harden. Not that it needed the encouragement. Morning plus dick equals hard-on in most men's worlds, and Katsuya was no exception. Only problem was he didn't think he could piss this one away.

"Hnnn...I told you last night, no sex until marriage," Seto grumbled. It had been the only argument, and it was admittedly weak and girly, to stop the blond from ravishing him as soon as Jou’s sister had finished her dinner and been walked back to the house across the street.

On one hand it was fantastic to be wanted so openly and with so much passion, but on the other, Seto didn't trust anything that came easily, and this... this... whatever it was... that Jounouchi was professing had come about after just one kiss. Way too easily. Of course Seto didn't trust it. At best the blond was playing some kind of mind game, and at worst he was a first class gold-digger. Seto didn't have room in his life for either type. Both were tickets to heartache. Just thinking about it had him shifting and moving away.

Jounouchi sighed and tightened his hold. "Stay for a minute okay? I wanna talk to ya 'bout somethin'."

His serious tone brought Seto to full alert. Here it came. The request for something - money, tickets, jewelry - something. "What?"

The blond head dropped to his chest and nuzzled there. "I get it that ya don't trust me. Ya been hurt, plus ya got all this cool stuff and money. Ya probably think I'm some kinda... well... I'm after yer money or somethin'." Jou lifted his head and met his boyfriend’s gaze head on. "I ain't. I thought all night - well when I wasn't sleepin' that is - and I think I figured it out. Look, yer a rich guy so you know about stuff like prenuptial agreements. I want... I want ta do an agreement with ya. Don'tcha say a word... This is my idea and this is what I want it ta be: you keep what's yours as yours. And whatever's mine is yours too - for the entire marriage. I... I don't think we'll ever split, but if we do I want it ta say that I get nothing - no allowance, no cars, no nothing. Anything you give me in the marriage stays with you if I leave. I also want to make sure it's clear: if I ever fuck around or cheat I'm outta here. Just th' clothes on my back. If I can afford it, I gotta pay ya some allowance. And... straight up I want ta have a family. So we're gonna adopt. I'll pay for them too." He swallowed hard. "There is my bottom line offer. That's the best I can do ta show ya I don't want yer money or stuff." He gave the wide-eyed brunet a lopsided smile. "So how about it. We still gettin' married in a month as soon as I can buy tickets?"

The wide, blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Idiot," Seto snapped and disentangled himself from the blond. "I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract today." Without another glance in Katsuya's direction he stalked into the bathroom.

While the blond fool whooped into his pillows, Seto clutched his hands to his chest and leaned weakly against the door. It couldn't be real; it just couldn't. The idiot couldn't be serious. But... but... he'd sounded serious and when he'd laid out the terms the honey-gold eyes had held his with absolute sincerity. Seto could have sworn it was true. Of course there was one way to call his bluff: have his lawyers write up the contract exactly as Katsuya said, making sure there were no loop holes or wiggle room. Seto straightened away from the door and nodded to himself. Jounouchi Katsuya, gold digger or mind game player, would run away as fast as his legs would carry him.

Satisfied with his conclusions, Seto turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. When it was warm enough, he stepped under the spray and pushed the blond idiot from his mind. He had a lot to do and didn't have time to waste.

Unfortunately for his peace of straining schedule, out of sight out of mind was not a game Jounouchi was going to allow him to play. While he was rinsing the last of his conditioner from his hair, a lean, blond, distinctly-muscular body slipped into the shower behind him; strong arms closing possessively around his waist in a hold that was rapidly becoming familiar. "Did I invite you?"

"Yeah. Heard ya say: 'Babe I need a hug.'" The hold on the taller man tightened, drawing Seto back in a full body caress. Seto couldn't miss the large hardness pressing against him aggressively. "You're hearing things. I'd never call you 'babe and sex is not..."

"Yer too tense about it. I think we could both use some stress relief." A big, warm hand slipped down from his waist and caressed his groin, exploring the hardness he found there. "Hmmm yeah, way too tense." Curious fingers explored the soft, velvety head and slipped down to trace every vein. "Hmmm..." Jou's voice had slipped down an octave, becoming deep and raspy. "Ya said no sex an' I agree. Our wedding night is gonna be fantastic. But... can I touch ya? Will ya let me feel ya come from just m'hand? Let me see it on m'chest? Please?"

Shuddering with pleasure from the light touches and husky voice Seto nearly came on the spot. Biting back a moan of pleasure he forced himself to say, "Two days ago you were screwing any girl who would spread her legs and helping your brother to torture gays. I'm supposed to believe you'll be happy jacking me off and watching me come on your chest?"

Katsuya didn't hesitate. He slipped around his doubting love and sank to his knees, bringing one hand up to fondle Seto's ball sack while the other continued his exploration. "Why not? It's th' truth 'cept I'll be more than happy. I told ya, just th' thought of you hot and bothered gets me revved. Seein' ya come... feelin' it... I'll probably come too."

"Hnnn..." Seto put every ounce of his doubt into that one syllable.

"Guess I'll hafta prove it." Seto was damned if the idiot didn't sound happy about it. He got the shock of his life when Jounouchi leaned forward and captured the tip of his arousal between his lips, sucking lightly. No way in hell a straight would do something like that. A straight would be puking his brains out, but then Jounouchi had admitted to bi-curiosity. With the knowledge that there was no such thing as a bad blowjob dancing in his head Seto relaxed into the unskilled, eager ministrations and, threading his hands through the blond hair, decided to ride this for as long as it lasted.

Unfortunately not quite as long as he would have liked. Despite his eagerness Jounouchi was completely inexperienced and didn’t know how to control his breathing or read the signs of impending orgasm. Seto was too far gone to warn him when the inevitable happened and as his first jet of seed hit the back of Jounouchi's throat reflex took over and the blond started gagging. Seto couldn't stop his orgasm, not that he tried, so when the blond pulled away on instinct Jou got hit in the face with the next stream and the next. If Seto had been capable of thought he would have been stunned by the blonde's upturned, blissful face. Jounouchi looked like he enjoyed wearing Seto's come on his face.

When he recovered, Seto waited for the blond to say something, anything, but instead he was treated to a come-smeared, elated smile. He couldn't let that go. "Are you stupid? Get up and wash your face."

A pout answered him, but Katsuya obligingly climbed to his feet and turned his face into one of the shower sprays. A quick look down the blonde's body told Seto that the arousal from earlier was a thing of the past. Knowing the farce was at an end despite the smile, Seto began to lather his very satisfied nether regions. Jounouchi's rough voice surprised him. "Sorry about yer shower wall Seto. I... I'll clean it when we get out okay? Just don't lean back on that wall."

Curious, the brunet glanced at the wall. Sprays of what appeared to be almost a pint of joy juice coated the back wall. "Holy sh..."

"Yeah well, tastin' ya like that... seein' yer face 'specially yer eyes when ya come...it just... I couldn't help it. I ain't ever come that much in my life."

A fissure opened in the wall of doubt surrounding Seto's heart. Nobody could fake it that much. No matter what else was going on, Jounouchi Katsuya wanted him. To hide that small weakness he grunted, "Let the housekeeper deal with it," then shut off the water as he stepped out. He ignored the fact that the other man hadn't washed up. After all Seto hadn't invited him.

He actually faltered a step when there was a low, approving chuckle behind him that was almost immediately drowned out by the sound of the shower turning on. With a sigh he slipped on his Yukata and decided that they'd both earned something sweet... belgian waffles perhaps?... for breakfast.

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Across the street Shizuka grumbled sleepily as her warm pillow abruptly moved out of her clinging arms. Sitting up she gazed around. "Huh? What?"

Honda Hiroto gave her a cool glance over his shoulder. "I have to use the bathroom. When I get out we need to talk."

"Sure..." But she was talking to a closing door.

Hiroto hurried through his morning three S's and dressed just as fast. He had class today, had to work in a few hours and then the...Ni-Chome date.

But he couldn't think about that now. He had other things to worry about not the least of which was the scantily-clad red-head standing beside the couch pouting up at him. "That wasn't nice Hiroto-kun. Don't you know you are supposed to see to your guests? I'm hungry. What's for breakfast?" She gave him a wide-eyed, helpless look meant to make him feel guilty and protective at the same time.

It bounced off Hiroto like a rubber ball. "Guest? According to you, you're family. Cook what you like. There is sausage and eggs and cold cereal."

He could see that shocked the girl and he wasn't surprised when she protested. "Cook? But I... I can't...."

He didn't try to hide his disdain. "Never mind, you didn't strike me as the type to cook. My mother, who has been cooking since she was a child, makes plenty. She brings it over and puts it in the freezer. Nobody will starve as long as my mom is around. Including you."

The implied criticism set Shizuka's teeth on edge. "Well excuse me for wanting to be more than a housewife. I'm training to be a nurse. I'll have a career and don't plan on letting myself dwindle into nothingness for some man," she snarled harshly.

"You managed without..." Honda sighed and shook his head slightly. "Look this gets us nowhere. From now on I will treat you like a little sister. It's not because I want to adopt you - I wouldn't have anything to do with a teasing mantrap like you normally - but because I love my brother and don't want him hurt, I'll give you the accord you deserve as the sister he adores." He gave her a grim look. "However, from now on keep your hands off my zipper. I'm not interested in sex games with you or any other girl right now. I have priorities your air head would never understand."

For a moment rage suffused the pretty face, turning it as red as her hair. Then without a word she spun and ran to the room her brother had vacated and given her the night before. Furious, mind spinning with plots and schemes of revenge she jerked on the granny robe her mother had given her on her last birthday and belted it tightly. She took several deep breaths to calm down then went back in to confront the asshole. She blinked when she found him gone. But the 'ding' of a microwave and the wafting of the most incredible smell told her he was in the kitchen.

He should have looked ridiculous wearing oversize blue oven mitts, holding a white and yellow casserole dish. But all she could focus on was the incredible aroma. "What... what is that?" Her eyes fixed on the dish as if it contained the world's riches.

"Momma is half German, half Japanese. This is a German dish: Bauernfruhstuck. Means 'farmers breakfast.' It has potato, egg, bacon and a lot of other things." He placed it carefully on the counter and opened a wooden, roll-top box. "She also bakes fresh rolls with different hand-made fruit jellies inside." He didn't even spare her a glance. "Get the plates. We have just enough time to eat- if you hurry and dress afterwards. We walk to school because neither Katsuya nor I want to pay for a car until we are out of college."

She didn't need to be told twice. She'd never smelled anything so incredible. In a blink of an eye the plates and utensils were on the table. Honda had barely served the food when she was digging in, the delicious meal disappearing at a rate that was comparable to his brother’s. He couldn't resist saying, "You really are Katsuya's sister - with all of the same appetites." He frowned and sighed, setting aside his almost empty plate. "Look, I'm going to be honest. Your brother is a slut - I tolerate it because I love him. I don't love you and I won't tolerate you hurting his image of you by showing your slutty colors. So, no guys here - not ever. You want to fuck do it somewhere else. While you are a daughter of our house you will act like a respectable girl."

Her plate crashed into the sink as she dropped it. How dare that... He wanted respectable? He'd get respectable until he screamed. Turning to face him she bowed deeply. "Honda-san, forgive me. We got off on the wrong foot. I... I was alone and afraid. I felt powerless and unable to cope. I didn't want to be alone and was... frightened you would leave me as Katsuya had. I don't normally behave that way. In fact, I've never behaved that way before last night - I had never touched a man's zipper before last night. I... I am sorry for the impression I gave. I am not a slut. Please forgive me." Standing straight she held out her hand. "I am Jounouchi Shizuka, little sister to your brother Jounouchi Katsuya. It's a pleasure to meet you, and I am most grateful for the kindness you have given not only my brother but me too." She smiled shyly and lowered her eyes to the floor.

"You think I'm going to buy this?" Honda asked incredulously. How stupid did the bimbo think he was?

"It's true. I... I was afraid you'd throw me out in the street, that's why I put on my skimpiest pajamas. I knew you would hesitate to toss me out if just out of concern. I know it’s going to sound odd, but a girl in school once told me that if you play with a guy’s butt or zipper they can't think or speak. Since I was afraid you would kick me out I thought... well if you couldn't think or talk then I was safe." She sighed and pushed back her curtain of red hair. "And I know it's childish but whenever I'm upset I cuddle with my father. Daddy always holds me and makes me feel better. I was just... I wanted to feel safe. That's all. I didn't think about how you would see it."

Not really believing her, but not wanting to cause more friction Honda nodded. "Fine, go get dressed. I'll clean the dishes. We have to hurry. I assume you have classes that start at eight?"

"Yes. My first class is Human Anatomy." Giving him a relieved smile she dashed off.

Biting back his sarcastic "You're not teaching it are you?" Honda shouldered his bag and waited by the door. She was back in five minutes wearing a 'Hello Kitty' pink t-shirt and skinny jeans, stuffing her feet in flat white sandals.

"Okay Hiroto-niisan, lets go," she chirped, looking like a young, innocent school girl.

A little more doubt crept in, but his belief that Jounouchi Shizuka was an operator was still firm. He'd seen girls like her around Katsuya all the time. They acted differently based on who they were with. He considered them lizards that changed color when they changed companions. When she held out her book bag to carry he deliberately let it drop and turned his back on her. "I'm not your servant, Princess. We're late - so haul your ass." He ushered her out, closed and locked the door behind them, and hurried down the walk, passing her as he did so.

They had gotten to the street when a familiar voice hailed them. "Hiroto! Shi-chan! Wait up." Jounouchi jogged across the street.

Shizuka gave him a sweet smile. "Not riding with your fiance this morning?"

Honda did a double take on that one. Before he could do more than gasp his brother answered, "Nah, didn't invite me." He shrugged and grinned. "So, Honda, whaddya think of our baby sis? She's as sweet as I always said right?"

Honda was saved from having to answer by the honk of a particularly obnoxious horn, and a large white... monster of a vehicle that looked like a cross between a white dragon and a dodge cargo van pulled up. The window rolled down and Kaiba's voice snapped, "Get in."

Jou's whoop scared the birds a block away. "Fantastic. I love this ride." He clambered into the front passenger seat while Honda and Shizuka climbed in back.

Seto gave him an aggravated look. "Figures," he murmured dryly. "Don't get used to this. I'm bringing it in to have some detail put on. Some scales and maybe blue and silver striping. After that I'm donating it to Kaibaland, Domino as part of their guest services. It's being retrofit with a wheelchair lift and special locks for wheelchairs."

"Nice," Shizuka murmured. "You are so thoughtful."

Jou smiled at him as well. "Yeah, it's nice all right, but I'll bet ya get some good PR outta it too right? And a tax write off?"

"Don't pretend to be smarter than you are." Seto flicked him a cool glance before turning back to the road.

"Oh I ain't. Just know yer nice, but ya got angles." He grinned sheepishly. "I like it."

"Oh for... " Seto broke off when Honda sat forward and asked, "So what's going on with you two? Shizuka said something about fiance..."

Jou turned and beamed at Honda. "Yeah. We're gonna do the prenup sometime today. Gonna get married in The Netherlands as soon as I can afford th' tickets."

Honda's eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. "What? What in the fuck... Jou this... are you..." Turning towards Kaiba he growled, "What the fuck is going on? What did you do to him?"

Far from upset, Seto just shrugged. "I kissed him...or rather he kissed me. Then he just started rambling about marriage. I've let him go on and agreed, but at any moment I expect him to run screaming into the distance. He's a fool."

"Kiss... Katsuya..." Honda spun and looked at the blond. "Katsuya don't tell me..."

"Yep, just like she said," Jounouchi confirmed somewhat obscurely.

"Oh fuck." The brunet dropped his head and began to repeatedly pound it on the back of the seat in front of him.

Shizuka blinked at the man then looked over at her brother. "Explain."

Jou flushed and fidgeted, but in the end sighed. "Okay well, when we was runnin' with Rintama there was this old lady who worked a street corner we were protectin'. She was sellin' stuff like old pots and jars filled with all kinda potions. She sold scrolls with charms and spells too. She was... really weird. But she was nice too. Used ta give th' little ones homemade candies and stuff. Well, there was some guys, not in Rintama, that followed her home one day. We, Honda and me, were walking behind her 'cause she said she had some stuff for a couple of th' kids who were sick. That's how she paid for protection, with stuff ta help th' people who got sick.”

“Anyway,” Jounouchi brought himself back to the topic. “They jumped her and we stepped up an' knocked 'em inta th' dirt. After they was gone she put some bandages and stuff on our cuts and gave us some tea. Was kinda bitter and sweet at th' same time. Turned our tongues black too. Then she told us she'd given us a present for savin' her. Th' present was that we would know our soul mates with just a kiss. So... uhm... yeah... when I kissed Seto I knew right away he was mine," he finished defiantly, his chin high and eyes daring someone to disagree.

Seto blinked...and blinked again. So... Jounouchi had proposed because of some... some fortune teller? That was... "Ridiculous. You think we should get married because some fortune teller said so? You are truly a fool."

Katsuya laughed softly, not in the least abashed. "Nah, ya got it wrong. It ain't because she said so. She didn't know ya at all. Nah, it's what I felt. When I kissed ya I knew down ta my soul, yer mine." He shrugged slightly. "I just gotta convince you of that. Probably take ten or twenty years, but I can wait it out. We're gonna be together forever so we got time."

That made no sense at all to Seto. "Just for argument's sake, what happens once you 'convince' me."

"That's easy. Then I gotta convince ya that I'm yours." The blond grinned and sat back. "And how lucky ya are ta have me."

"Lucky?" Seto couldn't believe his ears. "To be stuck with a superstitious, air-headed fool like you? Is that what you call luck?"

"Best luck in th' world."

"Fool."

"How many guys are gonna find yer snarky, bad temper sexy as hell? How many would hear the 'You make me happy' in your voice when ya call 'em a fool. None cause I'm th' only one that can. I don't just hear what ya say - my heart hears what ya mean too."

"Delusional lackwit," Seto retorted as he pulled into his reserved space in front of the large college entrance.

Jou's eyes lit with stars. "Suki da, Kaiba Seto."

Honda lifted his dazed eyes to his best friend. "Jou... You... he... You can't love him."

"Sure I can. Nothin' ta stop me. Not like I've ever loved anyone else. I've been savin' it all for him. Good thing too. He needs every drop I can give him." Not by so much as a flicker of an eyelash did Jou allude to the excessively-sprayed shower wall, but the image filled Seto's mind as clearly as if the blond had yelled it to the world.

"Grrr... You... Get out. In case you haven't noticed we're here."

A sunny smile beamed from from the (in Seto's opinion) brain-damaged blond. "I noticed. Walk me ta my class an' tell me what time we're goin' ta see yer lawyers. If ya can't gimme a ride I'll take th' bus so I'll need their address too."

Giving the nuisance an annoyed glance that included their goggle-eyed audience, Seto nodded. "Fine." He spun away and stalked into the building, acutely aware of the trio following him.

When he walked in through the doors, Seto came face-to-spikey-hair with someone he never expected to see again. "Moutou-me," he snapped coldly. "I didn't know you were a student here. I'll have to check the admission criteria. I'm sure I read no midgets allowed."

Yugi tilted his head and narrowed his eyes but bypassed the comment. "Call off your date with Atemu tonight."

A blond head poked between them. "Date? He don't got a date tonight with anyone but me. Single guys date - he's taken. Besides he would never go out with that Atemu asshole."

Yugi flicked him a cold glance and lifted his hand slightly, only to freeze and take a step back. "Ward," he said so softly that only Jounouchi could hear. The chill left his amethyst eyes and he smiled sweetly at the blond. "You're right, it's not a date. Kaiba-kun is supposed to meet with Atemu to discuss the corporation they hold stock in."

"Oh." Jou thought about that for a second then turned to Seto. "Guess ya gotta go to it huh?"

"Of course." Why the blond was interfering with his business was a mystery to Seto, but he wasn't going to allow it. "Go to class."

"Heh... as if. I'ma go with ya tonight." There was no room for doubt.

"You..." Then it struck Seto that Jounouchi used to be a street fighter in a gang. His skills could be useful in the situation tonight. He hastily changed his denial. "...are welcome to come tonight."

Yugi snarled, sounding almost intimidating. "Kaiba-kun, call it off."

"No. Now run along. I don't have time to waste debating. I have to be to class in less than seven minutes." Seto brushed past the smaller man, not noticing how he didn't move out of the way until Jounouchi stepped between the two of them and into the smaller man's personal space.

Honda and Shizuka, reminded of the time, gave small exclamations and sped off in opposite directions. Jounouchi, after a cool glance at the spike-haired menace that held recognition and calculation, called "Bye" to the departing group and jogged to catch up to his long-legged love. "Yo! Kaiba I need that address."

"No need." The tall brunet looked down at him with a smirk. "My lawyer assured me the contract will be done by two. You may ride with me - if you haven't chickened out."

"Ain't gonna." Jou smiled up at him. "Well I'll see you at two then." With a quick flirty look, he turned and sauntered into the classroom.

Seto had only gone a few paces when he felt his shoelace flapping. With a sigh he sat down on a bench and sat his bookbag next to him. Bending down he went to tie his shoe. While he was looping, a pair of girls walked past tittering. Normally he'd have ignored them but the word 'superman' caught his attention. He cocked his head slightly, tying his laces slower, in order to hear what they were saying. He caught the tail end of one of the girls’ sentences."... and she said she was going to talk to him in class today."

"I almost feel bad for Kaiba. I mean, Superman comes out with Kaiba and suddenly the only girl to turn him down decides to go after him. Kaiba doesn't have a chance when Kasumi-chan turns up the heat. Last night she was livid. She thought he had ruined her plans. She turned Jounouchi down to get him to pay attention and it was working. Now she's going to confess and ask him to dump Kaiba. She's going to do it when class is about to start so there are witnesses. Even if he refuses it'll get back to Kaiba, and Superman will be dumped and free to fly again."

"She's so smart. We have to hurry. Class starts in five minutes. The teacher is always late but... we don't want to miss the show."

Smart wasn't what Seto would call it. Manipulative and sly, but not smart. But... this would give him a chance to observe Jounouchi and his so-called fidelity in action. He finished tying his shoe and stood, shouldering his bag, then straightened to his full height and turned back the way he came.

He refused to skulk. Instead he stood in the door and waited. The play was just starting. Jounouchi was sitting in a desk, head bent to the paper he was writing on. A tall, curvy girl with brunet hair and light grey eyes had just reached the desk. "Jounouchi-kun," she greeted.

Jou barely flicked a glance up. "Oh hey Kasuma," he mumbled as he bent back to his paper.

Seto blinked a bit at that. It wasn't like Jou to forget a name. Maybe she had pissed him off when she turned him down?

"Jounouchi-kun, I was wondering if you were going to Mei's party tonight?"

"Hmm? Party tonight?" The blond head shook distractedly. "Nah, gotta date with my fiance tonight."

Several people, including Kasumi and Seto gasped at that, but the woman rallied with a laugh. "Fiance? When did that happen? You were with Ami just two days ago."

"Hmmm... oh last night." Jou looked up at the woman and smiled sweetly. "I'm making a list of what we're gonna need ta get married. Budget is important ta newlyweds."

"Newly...weds?" That made Kasumi frown. "Jounouchi - Katsuya-kun, please stop this joke. It's gone on long enough. What is the name of this so-called fiance?"

"Huh? You don't know? Thought th' gossip woulda reached ya. No secret, I'm marryin' Kaiba Seto. I'm dual citizen so we can get married in Th' Netherlands. Japan will recognize it."

She laughed shortly. "Not funny. If you didn't want to go with me to the party you didn't have to make up such a lie. Kaiba Seto is a man and a known fag. You are definitely not a fag."

Jounouchi leaned back in his chair and gave a completely blissful smile. "Tough ta miss he's a man with his dick down my throat." The smile became totally ecchi. "And I might not have been honest about my feelins in the past but I definitely am honest now. There ain't no woman who will ever compare to him. So... sorry but yer gonna hafta find another date to the party. I'm hopin' after we go dancin' at Ni-Chome tonight I'll get as lucky as I got an hour ago."

Seto had heard enough, and by the gasps and low groans from around the room so had others. He was going to have to talk to the idiot about discretion. Clearing his throat slightly he made his way down to Jounouchi's desk. He was acutely aware of the increased whispers and murmurs as he approached his fiance. The scheming bitch actually fell back a step.

Jounouchi - the idiot - simply ignored everything and bent back to his list. Curious, Seto snatched the paper from under the scratching pencil. "Hey!" Jou glared up, only to lose the glare and his eyes softened to molten gold. "Hey."

Seto perused the list and almost swallowed his tongue. It was a comprehensive list of all the documents they would need, the cost of the documents, a projection of the cost for rings, plus a tentative plan for a reception. "Idiot, let me handle the details." His voice was harsh but the touch of his fingertips on Jou's cheekbone was infinitely tender. "I've got to go. See you after class. I'll treat you to coffee and we'll go over the list."

With a slow, smug smile at the bitch, Seto turned and sauntered away, his body swaying with a sexy confidence that he'd never shown before. He may have been smug and and completely satisfied but that didn't stop him from noticing the Miyake twins sitting at the back of the class staring between him and Jounouchi with varying degrees of shock and venom. He would have to keep the idiot close today. He didn't trust the murdering duo not to do something to the indiscreet. With a sigh he went to class, leaving behind an agog class and a brain- and heart-melted blond.

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UMG I completely forgot to update this. I'm a terrible person! Okay so I'll give you guys a couple chapters today AND if I get enough I'll post a 'vignettes of Seto and Jou - a compilation of 4 short short stories that are involved in a poll right now.
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