Introductions

The solemnity of the wood-paneled hallway shrunk away from the radiance of the university student skipping giddily down its richly carpeted length. Jou's classes had been cancelled for the rest of the afternoon and he wanted to surprise his boyfriend; no, his fiancé.

The almost-cloying sweet scent of a strawberry banana smoothie wafted leisurely towards Jou, accompanied by an inelegant slurping. It was a sweltering August afternoon and Jou was focused on the best way to go about obtain a sip of the drink.

He finally settled upon simply asking, "Can I have some of your smoothie?"

"No." Said definitively and without missing beat.

"But, but why not?" Jou could feel a whine rising in his throat.

The brunet merely flipped another page of his book (figures it would be The Art of War) distractedly throwing out, "Would you be willing to marry me for it?"

"Sure, sure, whatever; now gimmee!"

And just like that - over a smoothie of all things – they were engaged.

Whatever, so what if romance was dead? Seto Kaiba did not joke; sure, he naturally oozed sarcasm and 86% of the word's out of his mouth were sarcastic quips (the blond knew it was 86% as opposed to 95 or 80 percent because he had done a statistics project on the subject), but everything Seto said was at least truthful on one level.

Jou stopped by the hand-carved oak double doors to Seto's bedroom, when he heard voices coming from inside. Seto wasn't supposed to have any meetings today. Why is he having a meeting in his bedroom?

."Now, let's get you out of those clothes. And…" Jou almost jumped at the unfamiliar voice coming from behind the doors. It was soft, like a gentle summer breeze blowing through your hair, a silk scarf caressing your face, a lover's post coital murmurs. Jou did not like it.

"…we need to measure again…" A weird dick measuring fetish? "…Now spread your legs…" But Seto never bottomed.

"…strictly professional…" Seto's voice, smooth and commanding. The ludicrous, yet comforting idea that Seto might not even be in the bedroom with the saccharine voice quickly vaporized. A prostitute?! I thought he was happy with me. Sadness edging on resignation rapidly gave way to anger. Jounouchi Katsuya wasn't anyone's doormat.

Thrusting the wooden doors open with apropos dramatic flair he stormed into their bedroom.

"Seto Kaiba, I don't know who you think you are, but if you think you've got the right to walk all over me now that we're engaged then you deserve the beat down I'm about to give your ass."

"Jou…you're home early. Are you skipping again?"

"Cancelled. And I bet you didn't expect me to catch you with - ," the blond gestured wildly at the other person in the room, "doing uhhh... Whatever it is you're doing."

"This is Christian. I'm getting my wedding suit designed. As tempting as it is to walk down the aisle naked, I'll have to decline. "

Turning to the designer who was still taking measurements, looking completely unaffected by the melodramatic scene that had occurred, the blond asked, a little embarrassed, "So do I get a wedding suit too?"

"Sure, why not? Have any suggestions?"

"I'd like something green with lots of gold feathers."

Seto looked weary, "Jou, please, don't introduce ridiculous ideas to him. He might actually do it."