Tardy Bell

by Dark Rabbit

Seto kisses Jounuchi, but there's no love here. There's also no hurt comfort, or dom sub relationship, or anything else your perverted little fangirl hearts may be wanting. All there is is one egocentric rich boy, and the poor kid who tries to speak up.

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Swinging by with his briefcase in his hand, and his uniform just so, because it's always just so, because he's Kaiba Seto, and when he deigns to wear the school uniform at all, he wears it just so, he doesn't see the other kid whose taking a step backward, and he doesn't notice when the briefcase hits his arm and his books go all over the floor. ...Not that he'd care if he did notice.

This close to the bell, just about everyone's in class already. It's just him and the other kid, and a few stragglers hurrying not to be tardy. Seto doesn't notice that either; he's Kaiba Seto, and class starts for him when he gets there. He doesn't notice anything, until the arm comes out and slams him back against the lockers.

"Hey," he doesn't recognize the voice. Is that strange? Should he? He's only dueled this boy several times and had a few run-ins with his friends at tournaments. "You're not the only guy using the hallway," Jounuchi says. And then, "look what you did to my books." He gestures: Math book over there, science book in the corner, grammar books scattered, with the homework papers making a little trail between them.

"Pick them up." Seto's no taller, but it feels like he's looking down when he meets the other's eyes. Blue eyes into brown, he doesn't bother asking why he should care about Katsuya Jounuchi's schoolbooks, that much should be obvious.

He's not stronger either, but he shoulders free of Jou's grip easily enough. Behind them, the bell rings. Now the hallways are empty, no one to see as he shoves the blond boy up against the wall of lockers, no one to hear as his briefcase comes up under his chin and his teeth make a click, coming together.

"Watch who you talk to," he tells him. "Can't you even threaten properly?" Blue eyes just inches from brown ones this time, lips so close, he can feel Jou's breath against his face. "Don't you know your betters when you see them?" Their lips are touching now, his hand's fisted in Jou's hair, the briefcase still up under his neck. Their teeth clash just for a moment, then Seto's tongue penetrates Jou's mouth, and a moment later the kiss is over. ...If you could call it a kiss in the first place.

"Don't start what you can't finish," Seto says, and he's gone down the hall toward Social Studies, which will have already started a few minutes ago. Behind him, forgotten, Jou's still standing in the middle of the hallway, he's just watching while he walks away.