Title: Clothes Maketh The Man
Pairing: KaibaxJounouchi
Rating: PG-13
Warning: The f-bomb.
Genre: Romance, humor(?)
Summary: Somebody doesn't enjoy playing dress-up...
"KAIBA SETO! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
It was very fortunate (at least; when considered by those who did not know him) that Mokuba wasn't around to hear those thundered words. The boy was already evolving into teenagehood faster than even a prodigious, worldly entrepreneur knew how to deal with. It was also unquestionably fitting that he could not ogle at the sight the blond presented stomping in either. There were some things you just did not share with your closest relative, and one of them was a Jounouchi Katsuya; bedecked, in all his angry glory, with the maid uniform of all maid uniforms.
...Which, might not have been his best idea.
What could pass for a wince wrought itself on that stoic face for the fraction of a second. The way his sun-haired lover stood; legs planted wide apart and arms akimbo in his present state— wasn't exactly flattering. "Perhaps it was a mistake...," he murmured, inspecting a lacy underlining that seemed offended at having to dress muscular thighs; however slim. He could have saved himself the effort of discreetly replacing the man's change of clothes whilst he was in the showers then.
"Damn right you are! Now give me back my clothes this instant, —OOF!" Unused to silk stockings; or any length of trailing ribbons, Jounouchi tripped in mid-advance; and treated the lounging CEO to a full three seconds of the frilly, black satin panties beneath his —already-bloody-indecent!— skirt before he recovered enough to hide them.
Fucking; stupid;...THINGS!
"Then again, maybe not..." his partner mused. Appreciative eyes wandered across the dress-clad male's seated form; pausing at the rather appealing blush on his cheeks, and the highly suggestive pose. Those long, tightly clamped, modesty-protecting legs were practically begging to be pried apart...
"Oh, oh no you don't! KAIBA! Goddamnit! FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! AAAAAHH—!"
And just for the occasion, the laugh Seto emitted as he removed (or decimated) each piece of fabric sounded extra nasty.
*Owari
A/N: There's a Chinese equivalent for the title: 佛要金装, 人要衣装 ("as Buddha requires his golden raiment, so do people require their clothes").
Any comments? No need to be nice; I want to hear about every shortcoming that's in this fic!
P.S.: And oh; since Kaiba is very thorough person, he's removed all the towels in the bathroom's closets too! (The sly genius! XP) So it was either walking around naked (*drools) or doffing on the costume for poor, poor Jou...who also had to dry himself with the hand towels placed at the sink; and those were too small to cover him... XDDDDD
Special thanks to firstForward for mentioning this! Much love to you, senpai! ^^