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Warnings: YAOI LEMON PEOPLE! WATCH OUT!

Pairings: Seto/Jou

Notes: No angst in this, I promise. Horrible attempts at humor though, continue with caution.

Thanks: To NEB for again forcing me to write something even though I’m still currently busy with my overly despised arcs and sate his hunger for a good Seto/Jou lemon. Er…not quite sure it’ll get categorized as ‘good’ but ah well…

Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to any YuGiOh references or character names. Don't sue me!

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The storm continued, loud and long and miserable, pounding on the windows as I continued to struggle over the test in front of me. I hated chemistry, but I ho pao pass or else my transcript for college would go in the garbage. That’s another thing I hated, living on an edge like that.

I got used to it though, kind of like how I got used to loving a rock.

Yeah, that’s right, I, Jounounchi Katsuya had fallen hard for Mr. Cold-As-Ice-Kiss-Mah-Ass-Businessman-Kaiba. Hard to believe? Not really, not for me anyway, and that’s saying a lot. Even Serenity was always tellin’ me that my love for Seto Kaiba had a snowball’s chance in Hell that the affections would be returned. I liked taking chances like that though, so sue me.

“Alright class, pencils down, flip your tests over and put your hands in your lap. Your done whether you are in actuality or not.”

I scowled down at the paper; glad I was at the back of the class and finished the last few answers as guesses anyway without Sensei ‘Bitch’ seeing. She came up to me last, and gave me this look that just said ‘I know you failed, might as well not botheadinading it’. I smiled sweetly at her, if only to piss her off, and glared at her back as soon as she turned to the front again.

“Hey Jou, how do you think you did?”

I turned my head towards Honda and grinned triumphantly though sarcastically, holding my thumb up for emphasis.

“Oh I’d say I failed.”

My best bud laughed before turning back around nswenswer the beckoning of our local slut, Anzu. She had always attached herself to Honda, for God knows what reason, and had quickly made her reputation as the school bicycle something our little group was all too aware of. Honda had only slept with her once, his biggest mistake he admits, and her fucking around with Seto was only a rumor. Or, at least my hormone run jealousy wanted to believe so. I liked to think that the arrogant pig had some sense of decency; he was MY arrogant pig after all.

I let my head fall into my hand and held it there hovering above my desk and scanned the classroom, bored even though I knew there were only a few minutes left of the class period and then I would have to walk home in this miserable weather. Tons o’ wet fun. At least maybe today I could brighten myself up by pelting Anzu with mud balls again, I’m sure Honda would love to help me. It was like, our favorite rainy day pastime, even though it was becoming slightly over-played with all the previous storms.

I sighed as the proclaimed bell tone went off, and picked up my ligide ide pack, zipping it before tossing it onto one shoulder and tagging next to Honda on the way out of the classroom.

“Hey, mud wars sound appealing today?” I ask, jogging to keep up with Honda as he hurried to his locker, nearly ripping off his school distributed coat and stuffing his things in the small steel space before locking it.

“Nah, gotta date I gotta be ready for!”
”What? Witt who?”

He grinned and I frowned again as he straightened his shirt and slung on his red leather jacket, then started for the door with an actual umbrella, and I looked around, curious and confused. Mah best bud was hookin’ up with some girl he wouldn’t tell me about and jus’ ditchin’ me? I wouldn’t admit to it, but I was envious, envious of the attention this chick was getting and not me. Yeah yeah, there was a point in time where I would have wanted Honda glued to my side I had had the biggest crush on the guy, but he was as straight as a fucking arrow and I was gayer than that Big Gay Al dude from South Park, minus the weird accent and the dress code.

I didn’t flaunt it, but that didn’t mean I was afraid of it. I had Gay Pride baby.

I almost growled when a skinny little thing whose boobs didn’t move (that could only mean one thing people, their fake) bounced up to us, light blonde hair flowing with her mediocre clumsy movements and wide honey colored eyes identical to mine but the opposite of innocent. I knew I wouldn’t be seeing her again unless Honda liked her talents in the sack but didn’t bother with a name anyway and watched silently as the pair walked off.

I sighed, running a hand through my currently dry hair, looking out at the school parking lot and hating all the students who were getting in their cars or their parent’s cars to drive home, safe from the down pour I was forced to deal with, and seriously lacking a coat while I was at it.

I could make out Yu-Gi and Ryou squeezing into Yug’s grandpa’s pick-up truck, them being small enough to fit comfortably, before he drove off towards more than likely Yug’s place to study. They were such bookworms, the little hentais and their yamis.

What? You thought studying actually meant studying with those four when their left alone in a locked room? Chyeah right, you loser. They were goin’ at it like bunnies whenever they got the chance to, believe me, I know. When it comes to Bakura, you should know too.

Anyway, back to my problems.

Almost as if on cue, the rain not only got harder, but none other than the hottest walking turn-on comes up behind me, goes by the name of Seto Kaiba if I could stop drooling to remember correctly. To make matters worse, which I’m sure he knows he does intentionally, he stops right next to me, and grins at me like I’m amusing to him. I probably am, but I hate how intense his eyes are, and snap my head around.

“Whutchu lookin’ at?”
”A mutt that’s about to get soaked.”
”Well, then that’s my problem. Go away, yer botherin’ me.”

He shrugged and started off down the stairs. Just before he got to the edge where the rain could reach underneath the over hang, he turned back around.

“Want a ride?”

If I hadn’t been thinking with my dick I probably would have never suspected a second meaning behind that at the moment, but had the nerve to look shocked anyway.

“Well if the arrogant pig ain’t comin’ out of his shell. What’s the catch?”
”No catch.”
”Yeah and I’m God.”
”Do you want the ride or not?”

Again with that double meaning. Bad Jou, bad! Down pervert!

“Might as well, as long as yer not planning on drugging me and leaving me to run around Domino and Plymouth in my birthday suit.”
”Oh yes, that’s my life’s goal.”

He rolls his eyes and throws out hiss fos for emphasis before I join him hesitantly and we start off towards his blood red Jaguar at a jog, me a few paces behind because my legs were shorter. Once inside I expect him to scorn me for getting his black leather seats wet, but he says no such thing. In fact, he doesn’t start the car until every other vehicle in the lot is gone, not including the janitor’s van. I watch him carefully, not only not used to an offer like this from him, but the way he just kept up this uneasy silence like it was nothing was beginning to freak me out.

“Uh, earth to Kaiba, are we going to leave?”
”Yeah, soon.” He says, and I roll my eyes, turning them back out the window and trying to ignore the deity sitting next to me. I couldn’t seem to stop wondering what he was like in bed, if he was the sex king all the stupid magazines over exaggerated about, and my imagination was carrying my sanity away with it, along with the blood flow from the rest of my body and into my groin.

I tried to casually pull my hands over the slowly growing erection I was sporting, derived from the mental pictures of the billionaire stripping slowly, or no, of the same man just getting out of the shower, drying his wet body off with a too short for him towel….
I barely restrained the moan that threatened, and wished to God he would just start the damned car already and drive me home. Well, I wouldn’t mind going to his home but that was NOT something I was going to voice.

I hear him shift but don’t move to look and keep my eyes glued to the outside through my side of the window, I do however, practically jump out of my friggin’ skin when his warm hands cup my cheeks and turn my lips to his. I gasp and he pushes his skilled tongue through the small opening, ravishing my mouth until I think I’m about to die of air deprivation. For an instant, I wonder if that’s the point, but mentally smack myself when he fre han hand in order to wriggle it into my shirt.

His finger tips on my stomach cause my back to arch and I end up pressing myself flush against him, and all in this heaven sent moment, I remember that this had come out of no where, and that Seto wasn’t acting like the Kaiba I knew, the Kaiba I was always bickering with.

I push away, hands on his shoulders and pull him away enough to be able to lock his eyes with mine. Their getting heavy, his passion clouding his pupils, and I take a moment to study them, having never seen so many emotions in the normally stoic boy’s features.

“Kaiba, what are you doing?”
”Touching you.” He whispers, bluntly, and I want to smack my forehead.
”Why are you touching me? You like, hated me not ten minutes ago and now yer tryin’ tah get into mah pants? Ok, love yah and all Kaiba, but I’m not as easy as Anzu.”

His facial expression didn’t change, and before I could move he pulled me towards him, then pushed me down into the seat as he lowered it, crushing his lips against mine again with his sweet tasting tongue thrusting back into my mouth. He crawled on top of me fully when the passenger’s seat was down as far as it could go and pinned me with his weight instead. I didn’t complain until I realized he hadn’t answered my question, and was making this borderline rape.

“You just said you loved me, now, is that some sick joke, sarcasm, or do you mean it?”

I blanch and look up into his eyes again, aura all seriousness, and I actually stop to think about it before he grinds his stiff, clothed member into mine. I half-yelp half-gasp and close my eyes, arching my neck because the rest of me was under Seto.

“I meant it…all of it. Even the part about me not being easy.” I trail off in a growl when I open my eyes again, but only to see Seto’s grin, a warm gesture if nothing else, and writhe as he continues to rub his sex against mine, my hands flying to and grabbing hold of his hips in search of some form of sanity.

“Good,” he murmurs heatedly into the skin on my now exposed neck, and I shiver even though I’m not anywhere near cold. “I want you. Come home with me.”

I try to control my breathing as it quickly turns into a pant, dirty words one of my weak spots when it came to turn-ons, and wrapped my legs around his waist under my hands. I nodded, although I wasn’t sure he knew it or not, and fought against the urge to rethink my decision. I was horny, the object of my recent affection wanted me, and I was not going to back out of this one.

I tried to think about it like this: Honda was getting some, so it was only fair I did the same. Both our ‘dates’ would probably only be one night stands anyway. I frowned on that though, because I didn’t just want Seto Kaiba for sex, although that was a definite plus, I wanted his heart as well. He already had mine, and the fact it was one sided made me feel empty and lonely. A feeling I didn’t like.

I must have dazed out from the sexually induced rush of adrenaline, because the next thing I’m aware of is that the car is being parked into a spacious garage and I’m being coaxed into the infamous Kaiba Estate, located in the very middle of Ford Rd. I grin to myself as I look down, seeing my hand clasped with Seto’s as he drags me through the maze that was his home, eventually coming to a door labeled ‘Guest 198’. It didn’t take a genius to figure out we would be using a guest room and not his room, but I wasn’t in the mood to play whiz kid.

As soon as the door was opened, we were both inside, and the door was closed, I was slammed against it, dealing with Seto’s tongue once more as his hand found it’s way back into my shirt and to my nipples while his thigh wedged itself between my legs to rub against my hardened cock, still trapped in my jeans. I moaned and sobbed into the billionaire’s mouth as he lifted my shirt up, breaking the searing kiss to toss the shirt off somewhere in the room. He paused to take his trench coat and black turtle neck off as well, but returned to lavish my mouth with his much wanted attention whilst he worked on our pants. My hands were immobile on his shoulder blades when his hot opened mouth kisses made their way down my ear to my neck, stopping to return to my swollen lips once they reached the bone on the end of my shoulder.

“Tell me you’re not a virgin.”
”I’m not.”
”You lie.”
”How would you know?”
”I am ‘all-knowing’,” He jokes dryly with smiling or stopping his movements. “And right now I want to pin you to that bed and fuck you senseless. You came here for a ride and I plan on giving you one you’ll never forget.”

I groaned at his rustic tone of voice and the things he said, melting me further into a puddle of Jounouchi on the floor beneath us.

“Then what’s holding you back?” I manage to ask, and he growls, turning and nearly throwing me onto the bed, starch naked. I wonder briefly when he got around to taking both our pants and boxers off, not to mention our shoes, but I ignore the question when he slips in on top of me, lifting my legs up and onto his shoulders before settling at my entrance. I briefly think about asking him for prep, but ignore that tiny little voice in my mind that’s warning me of the pain, and thrash under him the moments before he thrusts himself inside of me hard.

I cry out, loud, but not entirely in pain, fingernails dug deep into the backs of his thighs as he holds my waist up in the air, my legs clenching around themselves behind his neck. I’m not choking him, by far; my knees were what were on his shoulders, but the feeling that was running up and down my spine felt like it was choking ME instead.

It was amazing. Sure I had been taken before, had had lovers before Seto, but he had been the only one I had ever wanted like this. I had dreamed about this position countless times, knowing the angle led right to my prostate, which the billionaire was currently pounding on and ripping screams from my throat in the process, but I had never imagined I would ever be experiencing it in real life. I kept my eyes open the entire time, watching Seto move, his torso covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his mouth slightly slack, his eyes locked onto where his thick cock was pumping inside of me, his gorgeous brown hair falling over to cover part of his flushed face, and his hands on my waist, holding me still in that prevailing way I loved to be at the mercy of.

“S-Seto…!” I gasped, feeling his pistoning come harder and faster, beating on my sweet spot in agonizingly short strokes. I would have laughed at the fact that this was actually real had I not come right there, the pressure on the inside, the realization that it was Seto whose engorged member was filling me, and just the feeling of being filled anyway was enough to send me over without one touch to my own flaming arousal. I exploded over my stomach mostly, arching my back to an almost impossible angle in a silent scream as I covered myself with my own seed.

Afterwards, I’m reduced to whimpering as the brunette dominating me continues to thrust inside of me, lasting almost a full minute longer before the feeling of him bursting inside of me, hitting deeper spots, the sound of hiofouofound groan above me and the awareness of everything, being hypersensitive, finally let me relax. Our labored breathing accents the other as he slowly, lazily moves my legs to either side of him, my hips still resting on his upper legs as he leans back, sitting on his feet with his gradually softening cock still buried in my now moist heat.

I smiled, wondering if Honda had gotten his yet, so early in the evening, but it was gone the moment I noticed the tenderness in Seto’s eyes as he studies my face. I furrow my eyebrows slightly, breathing rate coming down as he pulls himself free, letting the rest of my body hit the mattress delicately before he resituates himself on top of my weary self. He doesn’t hesitate to push us up towards the pillows, seemingly on autopilot as he pulls the covers and sheets around us to keep the warmth with us.

“You never answered my question.” I manage, sleep creeping up on me already.
”What, why I was acting like this?”
”Yeah.”

He hesitated, but looked thoughtful, hovering above me only a couple of inches, and leant down to kiss me almost lovingly, no tongue, closed mouth and damn near chaste. I relaxed into his lips, before pushing him away as gently as I could manage.

“Wait, you did that the last time I asked you this question.”
”That’s because it’s my answer, stupid puppy.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well I don’t understand the language of lip massage so if you could translate it for me I would most appreciate it.”

He said nothing, but reached down, taking my hand in his and bringing it up to his lips for another small kiss, looking back into my eyes as he looked to be deep in thought. I felt inferior under that gaze, but did nothing, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t like voicing my emotions, but the reason I advanced like that was because I was tired of hiding, tired of running from you. Sure it’s funny as hell to get you all hot and bothered, but then it just turns me on and I can’t be around you anymore unless I’m free to demonstrate the love I know I feel and know I can now have returned.”
”Y-you, love me too?”

Yeah, that response from me made me feel like the biggest idiot. I probably sounded like a child on Christmas morning: ‘Y-you got me a bicycle?! Spank you mommy and daddy!’ Yeah, somethin’ like that.

All he did was nod though, and I almost shrieked, vouching for just smiling widely again, wrapping both my arms around his neck enthusiastically as he put his upper body weight back onto me, and we sank into the soft mattress that felt like it had never been used before. I could have cried, but I didn’t, and fell asleep in the arms of my new lover, the strong, protective arms of my lover, the same lover I would never ever let go of until the day I died no matter what.

Well, until something went wrong that is, but right now, my bad luck couldn’t have mattered less.

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Owari…

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Yeah yeah, this one sucked BIGGER hairy monkey balls but sue me, I don’t do good one shots or PWPs. The only couples I have a ta for for writing PWPs for are Ryou/Bakura and Duo/Heero. You’ll live anyway, besides, I do better Seto/Jou angst, so look out for more updates on ‘The Lemons of Rain’, the story I’m posting on currently. It’s ALL about the S/J baby, and I think the third chapter is gonna have a rather juicy lemon, the first of many.