Female Intuition

Title: Female Intuition (1/1)

Author: Sprinklescake67

Rating: NC-17 *grins*

Pairing (s): Seto/Katsuya

Beta: Rroselavy

Spoilers: Absolutely none!

Disclaimer: *whimpers* I don’t own any of these delicious boys!

Summary: Jou thinks that Seto has been ignoring him a little too much lately. So, he enlists the
help of a few *female* friends in order to get the message across.

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Jounouchi tugged the edge of the short material, hoping to stretch it down further. “You sure this
will work?”

“Positive.” Anzu replied as she slapped Jou’s wandering hands away from his clothes. “This will
get his attention completely.”

“Yes, it screams ‘Look at me, I’m sexy!’” Mai added from the bathroom where she had just
finished cleaning up.

Jou pouted. “It’s not supposed to say just that. It also needs to read: ‘Ravish me, I’m horny!’”

“Don’t worry, big brother. You look absolutely fuckable.”

The blonde teen whirled around at the new voice. “Shizuka!”

“What? Language?” Shizuka blinked innocently at her brother from the bedroom doorway. “I’ve
heard you say ~much~ worse. Besides, I was just agreeing with you.”

Jou flushed, “Yes, well… ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’”

Mai laughed as she walked over help fix Jounouchi’s hair. “Very good advice seeing how you’re
doing this to get laid, hmm?”

The girls giggled as Jou blushed a dark red. “But still–”

Shizuka rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, big brother. I wouldn’t tell you even if I was sleeping
with someone or planning on it.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to date until you are at least 25, maybe 30. And you’re definitely too
young to be thinking of sex with anyone or thing.”

The girls just laughed and shook their heads over the blonde’s over-protective nature. Anzu
pushed him towards the door. “C’mon Jou. Time to go or we’ll be late for the opening show.”

Jou faltered at the door, nervously bit his lip. His insecurities were returning once more. “I don’t
think I can do this.”

Mai snorted. “Of course you can, Jounouchi. This was your idea. Just hold your head up high
and exploit your ‘the world can screw itself’ attitude you’re famous for and ~go~ for it. You’re
probably the only guy I know with enough guts to pull this off.”

After a moment, Jounouchi grinned cockily at the other blonde. “I am, aren’t I? Thanks Mai,
Shizuka, Anzu. I don’t know what I would have done without you three.”

The girls waved off his thanks. Shizuka waved the disposable camera in her hand. “Don’t worry
about us, Katsuya,” the redhead replied. “We’re getting blackmail material out of this deal.”

“Yeah, yeah rub it in why don’t you.” Jounouchi mumbled as he followed Anzu out the door.
“I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye Jounouchi. Good luck.”

“Knock him off his feet, big brother.”

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It was twenty minutes into homeroom when the class was interrupted by the door unrepentantly
sliding open. The teacher automatically started to reprimand the tardy student, but class looked
up when she cut off mid-sentence with a mix between a squeak, snort, and an inhalation of
breath which left her coughing. In the doorway stood the one and only Jounouchi Katsuya. Of
course the blonde’s habitual tardiness was not what caught the students’ eyes, but his outfit
which made many jaws drop and a few nosebleeds.

Jounouchi was decked out in a black, three-quarter sleeved zip-up jacket that clung to the
blonde’s every curve and flaunted a fair amount of tan skin near the dip of his collarbone. The
light colored jean mini-skirt and the knee-high boots created the illusionary effect of long,
smooth legs. Even more surprisingly, Jounouchi’s blond eyelashes were darkened with mascara
and outlined with eyeliner and his lips were accented by a bit of color and sparkle. His blonde
hair, which was usually in a state of unkempt disarray, was styled with deliberate carefulness and
the side part was held on place by a few bobby pins. All-in-all, Jounouchi was an eye-catcher
and he knew it from the way he literally sashayed over to his desk in front of Kaiba Seto.

“Jounouchi-kun, what is the meaning of this?” The teacher finally shrieked.

The blonde shrugged. “I needed a change of pace.”

“And you came up with this… this absurd, lewd, perverted, ~disgusting~ display! For all I know,
you don’t even have ~underwear~ on under that!”

Jounouchi smirked, his amber eyes dancing with mischief. “Actually, I’m wearing a thong.
Would you like to see?” Ignoring the hyperventilating women in the front of the room as well as
the sub-vocal snarl coming from behind him, Jounouchi started to open his legs to show off what
~exactly~ he was wearing underneath, when two pale hands came out of nowhere to slam his
knees together with a resounding slap.

“Please refrain from contaminating the class with something they would rather not have
nightmares from, Mutt.” The command was growled from the brunette hovering over Jounouchi.
The blonde teen shrugged again and crossed his legs in acquiesce. Kaiba took his seat again, but
not before his touch lingered a little too long on the other’s smooth thigh. The teacher resumed
her lesson after several moments of composing herself. Jounouchi was pointingly ignored.

“Do you enjoy spreading your legs for just anyone, Mutt?” Kaiba whispered darkly in
Jounouchi’s ear.

Jou turned so that he could whisper back, “Only if I’ve been unable to spread them in a while.
Fingering one’s self cannot make up for having a hard cock fucking you into oblivion.” Satisfied
that he had effectively aroused not only the taller teen’s attention, but also other parts of his
anatomy, Jounouchi turned back to the lecture, ignoring the panting from behind him. Phase one
complete.

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When the final bell rang that day, Seto walked as quickly to his limo as his stiff prick allowed.
From homeroom on, it was a litany of words and actions from his puppy that teased him into
some form of arousal. He had already jacked off twice today. Once during lunch period when
Katsuya had licked the strawberry juice from his fingers (and where the ~fuck~ did he get
strawberries and whip cream?) and the other actually during class when he had been paired with
the blonde, who kept a running commentary about which places the pair ~hadn’t~ had sex in but
should, where they did, and what positions were the best. Of course the full blown descriptions
of the way Katsuya wanted to be fucked, from foreplay to preparation, was what sent Kaiba over
the edge.

Seto slammed the limo door shut as soon as he was inside and leaned his head back against the
cool leather seats, eyes closed. He was startled out of his stupor when a hand touched his knee,
freezing when he took in his lover sitting between his legs, looking up at him with amber eyes
filled with lust. The skirt had ridden up on the blonde’s legs, which were rid of the boots, and his
top had been unzipped down to his naval. “Hello, Dragon. Did you get my message?”

Seto ran his fingers through the silky strands of his lover, smiling softly when Katsuya nuzzled
his hand. “Yes, I did. You really want to get laid.” He laughed at the indignant huff from the
blonde.

Jou shook his head with a smile. “That’s not all and you know it. We haven’t had any alone time
in a month. A ~month~, Seto.”

The brunette frowned. “It hasn’t really been that long, has it? I know the new game system has
taken up a lot of my time and attention, but surely I haven’t been neglecting you.”

“Think back to the last time we had sex or any form of intimacy. Think Seto. Yeah, there you go,
now you remember. It was right before you left for the business meeting in America. Usually
you would jump me as soon as you got home, but all you’ve done since then is crash at night.
We’ve barely exchanged morning kisses, you’ve been so busy.”

“I’m sorry, puppy. I–”

Katsuya cut him off. “You’re forgiven.” He suddenly smirked, rubbing the neglected bulge in
Seto’s pants. “So I take it you enjoyed my distraction today.”

Seto moaned. “Oh gods, yes, you little cock-tease. I thought I was going to die from an extreme
case of blue-balls when you bent over in front of me during Art History. I wanted to take you
right then and there.”

“You could take me now. We have about ten minutes before we get to Kaiba Corp.”

The words had barely left Jounouchi’s mouth before Seto’s was there, claiming them with lips
and tongue. The pulled at each other’s clothing, Kaiba’s hands tearing the blonde’s top off, while
Jounouchi worked on the brunette’s belt and zipper. Kaiba raised his hips to allow both pants and
briefs to be pulled to his knees. He latched onto Jounouchi’s neck as his hands scrambled to rid
his lover of both skirt and thong.

“Lube?”

His answer was two hands cradling his heavy erection between them, sliding a substantial
amount of strawberry-smelling liquid over it. When he tried to catch some on his fingers in order
to prepare Jou, he was slapped away. “Jou…”

“Already taken care of. Prepped myself before you got in the car.”

The words were as rushed as the blonde’s movements. Before he knew it, Jounouchi had seated
himself on Kaiba’s straining cock. The tight heat caused the brunette to grip the seats so as not to
thrust into the seated blonde. Jounouchi himself was gripping his lover’s shoulders, moaning and
gasping at the low burn that mixed with the pleasure of being filled once more. When he was
ready, Jou clenched his inner muscles and ground down.

That was all it took for the brunette. Soon, Jounouchi was bouncing in Kaiba’s lap, mewling and
whimpering with each thrust while his lover slammed into him with fast, jerky thrusts. Kaiba
barely heard his own uniform jacket being unzipped. He wore no undershirt, which he was
thankful for as Jounouchi’s hands sought out and played with his nipples, circling and pulling it.

“Se…to…come…” Jounouchi panted out. Kaiba grunted an agreement. The hot pool in his
lower stomach was shooting through his groin, causing his balls to tighten in the face of the
impending orgasm. A circular grind after each thrust was added in order to take full advantage of
Jounouchi’s prostrate. It was too much for both of them. Crying out in ecstasy, Jou clutched
Kaiba’s shoulders as his peak swept through him so forcefully to cause white spots to dance
across his eyes. Kaiba was no better, having come as soon as Jou’s inner muscles rippled in
stagnated waves around him. The pleasure was so intense that he blacked out.

Kaiba came to minutes later with the taste of blood on his lips and Jounouchi’s tongue down his
throat. Keeping his eyes closed, he spoke against the other teen’s lips. “Hmm, that was good.”

The blonde chuckled. “Enough to knock you out even.”

His lover smiled, too relaxed in his post-coital state to feel anywhere near insulted. “Only you
would be able to do so.” Opening his eyes, he surveyed the other. Jounouchi looked thoroughly
debauched, with his hair in disarray, make-up smudged, cum splattered on his stomach, and a
bite mark prominent near the base of his neck were Kaiba obviously bit him. He took a few more
minutes to admire the naked body of his lover before pushing him off his lap. “Get dressed, we
should be there soon.”

Once they were fully clothed, Jounouchi in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt he pulled out of his
backpack, they shared one last heated kiss as the limo pulled up in front of Kaiba Corp.

“Mr. Kaiba, we have arrived.” The intercom crackled with the driver’s voice.

“Do you think I could just skip?” The brunette whispered conspiratorially to the other.

“If you get done early today, I’ll make sure you are rewarded when you come home tonight.”
Jounouchi whispered back enticingly, adding a nip to ear he just talked into.

He was rewarded with a dark gaze and a predatory smirk. “I’ll be home by six. You better keep
your word.”

Jou pecked Kaiba one more time on the lips before pushing him out the limo. “I’ll see you
tonight.”

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