Chapter One
Authoress: Keishi
BIG FAT WARNING:
Contains m/m relationships
ONLY read if you are of age and open-minded!!!
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"Come on, will you pick already?" Jou's best friend Honda whined, leaning next to the engrossed blond.
"Well, if you and Anzu hadn't picked the long jump, I wouldn't be taking such a long time, now would I?" Jou shot back, not looking up from the categories each student could sign up for the big Physical Fitness Challenge at the end of the week. Honda groaned. Anzu just shrugged.
Yugi Mutou, his hair bigger than him on this particular day, placed a friendly hand on Jounouchi's shoulder. "If you want, you can trade places with me for the pole-vaulting competition, Jou. I don't think Bakura would mind that much."
Jou thought about that for a minute, then decided that ten-foot-tall poles and clumsy him would probably end up in disaster, and most likely a painful one for Jou. Cringing slightly at the mental image, he shook his head. "Thanks, Yug, but I don't think pole-vaulting is for me. I'll just find something else." He went back to reading down the list.
Honda cleared his throat. "Hurry up and pick something, Jounouchi. The bell's going to ring any second now!"
"Go on without me, then, you guys. I'll be there in a sec." Jou waved his friends away, who reluctantly took off without him.
Jou held the attached red marker carefully, scratching at his chin. 'Hmmm, disc throwing?' he thought. ' Doesn't _sound_ very athletic. Sit-up contest? Naw, that's boring, plus I don't have the ab muscles for it. 100-meter race. Hey! That's the ticket! And I have the whole week to practice!' He quickly scribbled his name down next to the chosen category, then noticed the open space next to it. 'I gotta get me a partner soon, before I'm stuck racing against someone I don't know, or worse, don't like.'
Grabbing his bookbag at his feet and running off, Jou just barely scooted into his next class before the final bell rang.
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Seto Kaiba scowled at the instructor sitting before him. He crossed his arms on his desk and leaned back, barely comprehending what Hoshino-sensei was droning on about. He had important files to look over at Kaiba Corp., and this stupid, juvenile Physical Fitness Week was taking away valuable time from his work.
"Kaiba-san, are you listening to me?" Seto lifted one eyebrow in acknowledgment, tapping an expensive-looking pen against the scratched surface of the desk. "You have to pick an activity for the week. As a pillar of the student body, it is imperative that the other students see you participating in extracurricular activities. I won't take no for an answer."
Kaiba finally looked up at his teacher. "Well, you're just going to have to. I have too many responsibilities both in and out of school right now, that I can't possibly take on another. Now, if you don't mind..." He got up, trailing off, and gathered up his briefcase, sticking the aforementioned pen into his jacket pocket.
"Will you just take a look at the activities?" The instructor hurriedly pushed a clipboard into Seto's hands, tape-wrapped marker sitting precariously on top of it. Seto sighed, glancing at the photocopied list of categories. He was about to politely, yet firmly, decline again when a scribbled name stuck out from the signatures. Any time spent beating that dog Katsuya Jounouchi at something was time well spent, in Kaiba's mind.
Making a show of reluctantly pulling the cap off the red marker and signing his name next to Jou's, he handed the clipboard back to his teacher, who was practically beaming at him. "If that is all?" He skirted Hoshino-sensei in the aisle, and began walking toward the classroom door.
"Practice begins on Monday!" She called happily after him. He waved a hand over his shoulder dismissively.
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"Man, what a workout! I didn't know running could take so much outta ya!" Jounouchi groaned as he carefully massaged his calf muscle, which wanted desperately to cramp up into a tight little ball and never work again. It was after school on Monday and he was alone in one of the many boy's locker rooms scattered throughout Domino's two huge gymnasiums. After assuring that his leg muscles were going to behave for the time being, Jou stripped out of his school gym uniform and grabbed a towel, intent on heading for the showers. He flung the towel over his shoulder just as a loud bang erupted from the front of the locker room.
Seto Kaiba entered in a flurry of long legs and blue school uniform, briefcase swinging menacingly. "Jounouchi! Why didn't you tell me you were already out here, dog?!" he demanded as he rounded the long line of lockers- and froze.
Jou stood in the center of the area, completely naked save for, in Seto's suddenly fogged opinion, a very small towel hanging off his shoulder. "Aww, Kaiba, you're my opponent in the race? I _knew_ I should have traded with Yugi when I got the chance!" Oblivious to his nudity, nor to the effect it was having on the blue-eyed boy, Jou slapped his towel down onto his thigh. "That's just great, just fucking peachy," he continued, turning around and walking towards the showers again. "Well, the track's allll yours, moneybags, I'm already done for the day."
Seto watched Jou, or rather, watched Jou's backside, as the blond boy sauntered away. All of a sudden it was increasingly hot in Kaiba's uniform, and for some strange reason he couldn't peel his eyes away from where Jou's legs connected to his ample rear. When the object of Seto's suddenly _very_ dirty thoughts was out of eyesight, Kaiba stood there, unexpectedly finding it hard to breathe.
Hurriedly changing into his gym uniform, Seto ran out of the locker room before his libido forced him to do more than just look.
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