A/N: This is going to be SHORT. Why? Because we haven't written any more than this. But you deserve the little that's left, right? After all, it has Otogi! Not that I like him that much, but I like the way we wrote him (or mainly how she wrote him, because she did most of it). Also, she wrote the author's note that you'll see soon... anyway, enjoy. And give ideas. Ideas + me finding her online + me telling her how much everyone loves J.P. and giving her the ideas = a slight chance of more stuff. Oh, and she told me to tell you that she's lazy, but I don't really agree.
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Jou was bewildered. When he needed to breathe, he broke away, gasping for air. "K-Kaiba... what... what did you...?"
"I want you, okay? You're right." Seto looked slightly crazy, to say the least.
"Kaiba, are you ill?" Jou asked, nervous.
"I might be..." He said, and kissed Jou again.
Seto's tongue squeezed its way past Jou's lips and he delighted at the taste that greeted him, a flavor that could only be described as Jou.
Jou moaned softly, his tongue meekly greeting the invader. His hands fisted into Seto's shirt.
Seto retracted his tongue and nibbled gently at Jou's lip, earning a soft whimper.
He pulled back and Jou smiled slightly. "You act like you haven't been kissed in ages."
"Well, I haven't. At least, not since this fic started."
"It shows," the blonde grinned.
Seto pressed him closer to the wall. "There's something else I haven't done in ages..."
"Oh?" Jou purred, seeing where things were going. "Do we have time...?"
"Of course we do. Even if we take an hour... hardly any time would have passed out there."
"Cool!"
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(A/N: No descriptive sex for you, pervy readers! Mwahaha!)
"Connect me to the League of Nations!" Dr. Bakura ordered.
"Yes, sir," Number Honda complied.
The screen came on to reveal...
"Otogi?!"
The bored-looking boy on the screen seemed to notice them for the first time. "Oh, hello."
"What are you doing in the UN?"
"They made me president because of my incredible sexiness." He looked at Dr. Bakura. "I notice that you, too, are quite sexy."
Dr. Bakura grinned. "Of course I am. Evil geniuses have to be sexy."
"Evil genius?" Otogi grinned, "Would you happen to be that evil doctor who plans on taking over the world with middle management?"
"I might be..."
Frau Malik nudged Number Honda near the back of the room. "Are they flirting?" He hissed.
"I think so..."
Otogi twirled his hair around his finger and tilted his head slightly. "So... why are you calling?"
"Well, I was going to hold the world ransom, but as long as you're on the line-" Dr. Bakura was cut off as Frau Malik smacked him. "Oh, right. Er, give us one-hundred billion dollars or we'll blow up all the major car corporations in the world!"
There was a collective gasp from the UN.
Otogi leaned forward. "There's got to be some way to change your mind!"
"Now that you mention it..."
Frau Malik smacked him again.
"There might be a way. Guess what it is."
Otogi pondered for a moment. "Will you change your mind if I make the sex with you?"
A random member of the UN scoffed. "'Make the sex'?"
"DO NOT QUESTION ME!" Otogi shouted, slamming on a red button on the arm of his chair. The random UN member screamed and disappeared.
Dr. Bakura's eyes sparkled. "Cool! I want a system like that!"
Otogi grinned. "Well, come round here and you can see it..."
"I might just do that."
Frau Malik sighed and gave up.
Dr. Bakura cleared his throat. "But yes. I'll be needing that money. I've already made an appointment to buy my yacht."
Otogi pouted. "Come on, Dr. Bakura. Isn't there /anything/ I can do to make you change your mind...?"
"Can you buy me a yacht?"
"Well... /I/ have a yacht..."
"I want my own!"
Number Honda groaned. "Tell me they aren't arguing over a yacht."
Frau Malik nodded. "They're horny. In fact, everyone here is horny."
"Are you?" Number Honda asked, nudging him.
"No. I'm still annoyed about earlier."
"Damn!"
They continued watching Dr. Bakura's conference.
"I want my own yacht." Dr. Bakura pouted.
"You can't have mine!"
"Then say goodbye to your precious major car corporations!" Dr. Bakura snarled. He whipped out a remote and held his finger threateningly over the button.
"NO! DON'T!" Otogi cried. He pouted, looking around at his fellow UN members. "Fine. I'll give you my yacht. Just don't destroy the car companies."
Dr. Bakura smirked. "I knew you'd see it my way."
Otogi continued to pout. "I never want to see you again!" He stormed off-screen.
Dr. Bakura growled. "Otogi! Come back or say goodbye to the cars!"
Otogi ran back on. "FINE!"
"Heh heh heh... Otogi, meet me in the abandoned warehouse."
"What abandoned warehouse?"
"The one where I'm going to-"
Frau Malik hit him over the head again.
Dr. Bakura glared at Frau Malik. "Stop doing that!"
Frau Malik glared right back. "Stop trying to get into Otogi's pants!"
Otogi suddenly seemed delighted. "So you /do/ want to make the sex with me!"
Dr. Bakura paused. "No, not really."
"What?! Why?!"
"The author experienced a mood swing."
"Ah."
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She wrote the make the sex' stuff as well, too. And the yacht idea. And the Frau Malik smacking Dr. Bakura over the head every time he flirts idea. Anyway, PLEASE GIVE IDEAS.
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Cookies to whoever does.
