Disclaimer – I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

*Rated T for Teen

Summary: Joey walks in on Seto and…that's all I'm gonna say.

It's Dangerous to Assume

"Ah!"

Joey froze and stared at the door leading into the kitchen. That had been Seto, his one and only boyfriend, right? Why was he making sounds like that? He only did that when they were having—

"Oh, fuck!"

Placing a hand to his pounding chest, Joey continued to stare at the door and listen. Seto was in the kitchen and moaning like he did when they made love. What on earth was he doing? No. Who on earth was he with?

"Uhn…shit…"

Now Joey could hear that Seto was panting, like he was short of breath…like how he was normally short of breath during their lovemaking.

Joey didn't think he could take this much longer. How could Seto treat him this way? After all they'd been through to be with one another! And now he had to go and ruin every chance they had of being together by having sex with some slut?

"Mn…you're so…fucking…tight! Uh!"

That was the last straw! Joey burst into the kitchen, his face red from anger as he glared at Seto mercilessly.

The CEO had his left leg propped up on the kitchen table, the other leg planted firmly on the floor, and his hands were hidden between his legs in a discreet manner, but he appeared to still be fully clothed. Seto glanced at Joey with a startled look on his face. "Puppy?"

"Don't ya 'Puppy' me, ya fuckin' bastard!" Joey snapped. "Where's the slut?"

Seto's expression went from shocked to confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Ya know exactly what I'm talkin' about! I heard ya!" Joey said accusingly.

Realizing what the blond meant, Seto put two and two together and started to laugh. "Puppy, I wasn't having sex with anyone."

Joey's glare faltered somewhat at that. "Ya weren't?"

"No."

"Then what the hell were ya doin'? It sounded like ya were havin' sex in here."

Seto fought back a blush as he put the leg that had been propped up on the table on the floor. Standing up straight, he placed something on the table. It was a jar. A pickle jar.

"I…can't get it open. I was really in the mood for pickles, but I just can't get the damn jar open. I've been at it for close to half an hour now," Seto replied sheepishly.

Joey looked from the jar to Seto then back to the jar again. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"Oh." Joey stared at the jar, picked it up, turned the lid, and opened it. He handed the open pickle jar to the stunned CEO. "Here."

"How the hell did you do that?" Seto asked angrily.

"What? I just twisted the lid to the left," Joey stated innocently, still feeling a bit embarrassed that he'd assumed the worst of his lover.

But when he noticed Seto's face turn red from the bright blush staining his cheeks, his expression took the form of a mischievous grin. "Ya turned the lid the wrong way, didn't ya?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Seto quipped. "I just loosened it for you, that's all."

"Yeah, sure. That's the only explanation," Joey said mockingly.

Seto glared at the blond before taking his pickles and leaving the kitchen. Joey followed, a bit satisfied that the situation had turned out like this.

Maybe it wasn't always dangerous to assume after all.

End