A/N: Yay, I made it to round three of Compy's contest! This round is Buddyshipping. I know this is really short and kinda dumb, but this was my only idea, so I grabbed it and ran as far as I could with it. Hope you enjoy it!

Predator

Jounouchi was seething. His fists were clenched and shaking, his brow was furrowed, and a death glare burned in his eyes. He had dealt with Honda's flirtatious attitude toward his little sister for a long time. He'd even begun to concede that, at 14, Shizuka was old enough to basically make her own decisions. Shizuka never showed much romantic interest in Honda anyway, so Jounouchi figured he wouldn't have anything to worry about.

But then, Honda started throwing lewd comments at her in droves.

They started out innocently enough, small compliments that made Shizuka blush and smile like her normal shy self, like, "Nice jeans, Shizuka" and "Hey, Shizuka, that shirt's cute on you."

However, it didn't take long for these to evolve into slightly more suggestive comments that had Jounouchi bristling. He tried to endure it; after all, Shizuka was too naïve and trusting to interpret compliments from a friend at more than face value. He was only worried about her fragile innocence. He knew he'd have to draw the line somewhere, someday very soon.

That day came when Honda walked up to Shizuka, in full view of Jounouchi, grabbed her butt and said, "Hey, you look pretty hot in those pants, but I bet you'd look hotter without 'em."

Jounouchi wasted no time in grabbing Honda by the collar of his shirt and yanking him away from his baby sister. This was exactly what he wanted to prevent. He threw Honda roughly to the ground, then said to Shizuka, "Hey, sis, wanna gimme a sec? I need to talk to Honda here." There was ice in his voice and fire in his eyes. Poor Shizuka was still busy blushing several different hues of red, but managed to nod and walk out of the room, stumbling slightly.

Turning back to Honda, Jounouchi saw that he had stood up. He stomped over to Honda and slammed him against the wall. "What the hell is your problem?" he growled loudly, slamming him again for emphasis. "Why do you keep flirtin' with my sister like that? You know it pisses me off!"

There was no fear, anger, or any sign of remorse on Honda's face. There was just an unsettling grin plastered there, and it started to give Jounouchi the creeps. Honda replied in a calm, matter-of-fact voice: "'Cuz you're really sexy when you're pissed."

Whatever strange answer Jounouchi was expecting, it wasn't that one. He found himself incapable of speech, and his mind was swirling confusedly, like a blizzard. He didn't even realize he had loosened his grip until Honda moved forward and pressed his lips to Jounouchi's.

It took a few seconds for Jounouchi's mind to catch up with reality, but once it did, he pushed Honda away and took a nervous half-step back. He was about to tell Honda to get the hell out, that creepy bastard, but, looking at him and thinking about what had just happened, he couldn't do anything but stutter hopelessly.

"But – I thought you – Shizuka – we… I – Mai – but…" He drifted off as Honda began to approach again, the look of a predator on his face, and kissed Jounouchi without another word of explanation.

Jounouchi found himself surrendering to the madness… though a small part of him that was still sane hoped Shizuka wasn't waiting right outside the door, waiting for them to finish talking…