Shower me with your Love

DISCLAIMER: A bunch of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards and a crappy old videotape is about all I own that's related to the series. And, not even I am stupid enough to expect payment for my writings, so... no need to worry about financial benefits, alright? Be generous and PLEASE don't sue me, all you might get are my cards... and I couldn't live without my baby dragon T_T

This story is dedicated to Oni_Kitsune who helped me so much with the lemon part here, making sure I wouldn’t write anything that might make it unrealistic. Thank you!

Also endless thanks to Ykarzel who bravely endured my lethal ellipse making habbits…

Note: Once again, this fic is based on a dream I had some months ago. Hope you’ll like it!


Shower me with your love



“I don’t get it, Honda,” Jou exclaimed cramming his gym clothes into his bag “Why do you insist on this dinner and a movie stuff if you can’t stand it? Sounds really stupid to me.”

“It’s not like I can’t stand it. I love going out with girls,” Honda explained “I just hate going out with them before the first sex. There’s this tension that builds up in me, because I can’t wait to see her naked and take her and… I just can’t concentrate on the food, film, or conversation.”

“But then, why don’t you sleep with her first and then go have a date?” Jou asked naïvely.

“Virgin talk,” Honda teased, just to make Jou angry, then elaborated, “ ‘Cause that’s not how it works! It’s the natural order. First you are nice to each other, then you go on a date, then you kiss, and then you have sex.”

“And then you fight and break up, I know,” Jou finished the list of the usual phases of Honda’s relationships. “And being a virgin or not, I know all I need to know,”he defended.

“Yeah, right,” Honda snorted then patted Jou’s head compassionately while supressing a laugh. “Having sex first,” he said, shaking his head at the ludicrous idea.

Jou watched Honda pick up his bag, wave goodbye and exit through the locker room door. He was about to follow when he noticed he was missing his bottle of soap.

Heading back into the shower room he heard one of them was still running.

Was there someone else still here? Jou started to worry; someone might have heard Honda calling him a virgin. That could ruin his whole reputation. But then, the shower was quite loud so it was doubtful they could be heard.

When he peered into the steamy room he froze, recognizing Seto Kaiba, his back toward Jou, standing under the stream, completely naked.

Naked was quiet a normal state if you were showering but it was new for Jou, at least when it came to Kaiba, as he had never seen him shower with any of the class. The brunett had a habit of simply disappearing after gym class instead of joining their usual water fights in the shower room. So this was his secret. He hid until everyone was gone and showered alone.

Jou watched openmouthed as Kaiba, still unaware of Jou’s presence, spread a splash of soap over his brawny arms and shoulders, covering them with white streams of foam. The blond gaped at elegant fingers stroking over wet skin, touching places he suddenly wished he himself could rub and clean of the musky sweat that had ran down those well built muscles before.

Jou’s gaze wandered down along Seto’s beautifully curved spine until it reached another interesting curve that formed Kaiba’s firm and well rounded butt. Suddenly the blond found it quite hard to breathe. Maybe he just needed a little more oxygen, which was not as easy to get right now, since his body was busy rushing blood down towards his loins instead of carrying the oxygen to his brain like it was supposed to.

Jou really wanted to leave at this point but couldn’t as his eyes were glued magically to Seto’s amazing body. So the teen did the best he could. He breathed as quietly as possible so Kaiba wouldn’t hear him while he developed his new interest in voyeurism.

He thought his heart would stop beating when he saw the bottle of soap Seto brought up to his nose and sniffed intensely. What on earth was Seto Kaiba doing with Jou’s soap?

Ignoring his own question, he just observed as Kaiba poured some more of the liquid into his hand and started rubbing it onto his skin with his eyes closed.

He became aware of the difference in Kaiba’s posture. He wasn’t just showering as he had done before. Judging by the way the brunett tilted back his head, he was enjoying it. His hands which had only rubbed himself clean moments before, now stroked almost passionately across his own body.

When those hands moved down towards Seto’s groin and he let out a soft moan, Jou wished he had had some sort of paper bag to breath into. But he still couldn’t help watching.

Kaiba leaned with his left hand against the wall, both legs spread a little and his head thrown back so that the steamy water ran erotically over his forehead and hair. His right hand was working on the bodypart that Jou was glad he couldn’t see, because he was sure if he had, he would have suffered from a severe heart attack.

In a daze he witnessed how Kaiba stroked himself with a quickening pace, his breathing faltering and then his legs slightly shaking under an impressive shiver running through the brunett’s body. With a hoarse moan Kaiba splashed his seed against the shower room wall, crying out desperately in a harsh whisper “Katsuya!”

Jou was more than shocked. While Kaiba, having lost all his strength, leaned his forehead against the wall and tried to regain his breath, Jou sneaked out of the room, grabbed his bag and ran as fast as he could.

He made it to Honda and had them locked in his room in less than ten minutes, before all the incredible news could crash down on himself.

Honda had asked a couple of times what was going on, but Jou hadn’t answered until then.

“He said my name!” he exclaimed breathing sharply.

Honda stared at him a little confused, and after Jou simply repeated what he had said as if that would tell it all, the friend felt himself urged to answer with a fake nod and an unsure “Uh huh…”

“MY name!” Jou exclaimed pacing in clockwise circles around the sofa Honda sat on, making the other’s head spin. “He never says my name! Right?”

Honda shook his head, more to fight down the dizzy feeling than to agree with Jou.

“But he said it. I clearly heard it!” Jou waved his hands around wildly, changing his tracks, now moving counterclockwise. He whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at Honda, “I’m not mistaken!”

“Okay.” Honda nodded helplessly getting up to follow his friend as if he could understand him by running along.

“Of course he could have been talking about someone else of the same name…” Jou stopped in his tracks to ponder the idea for half a second and Honda almost bumped into him. But before he could, Jou dropped the idea again, continuing his pace shaking his head and muttering something like: “But it was my soap!”

Honda raised a confused eyebrow, wondering if his friend had gone nuts.

“I mean, that tells it all, doesn’t it?” Jou stopped and turned so he faced the puzzled brunett, clearly waiting for an answer.

“Uhm,” Honda hesitated, then tried, “yeah?”

Jou nodded and went on doing his little indian round dance. Honda let out a relieved sigh at his fortunately satisfying answer and plopped back down onto the sofa, giving up the attempt to keep up with his friend.

“My soap and my name!” Jou listed again and Honda pictured him proudly showing off a bar of soap with his name on it. If Jou wasn’t talking about starting his own soap business – which was rather unlikely – this situation was serious. Honda was now more than ever convinced that Jou needed to get laid. Badly! Or he might explode.

“And… I mean… he got off!” Jou kept going indefatigably. Honda didn’t even try to understand who had got off of what or where.

“But he can’t possibly…” the blond fell down next to Honda still ranting mentally about whether Kaiba could actually feel attracted to him.

Yet, after a while of going through all the possible chances, he had to admit there weren’t many other conclusions he could draw. What Jou needed now was confirmation by someone with an objective point of view.

“Do you think it means what I think it does?” he asked bluntly.

Honda stared at him with a scared expression on his face, which Jou interpreted as a sign of awareness of the inscrutable personality of Seto Kaiba. Of course, in fact, it was just fear of saying the wrong thing and of blowing up the cover of comprehension.

Swallowing soundly Honda nodded and saw Jou close his eyes and all the tension left the blond’s body. Honda sighed, relieved that he had obviously given the right answer.

Jou turned to him, gave him a hug and exclaimed, “I don’t know what I would do without you. You always make everything look so clear and easy to understand. Thank you!”

With that the blond left, leaving Honda to his puzzlement.


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end of chapter one