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He should have known this was going to happen. And honestly, it’s his fault for not suspecting it sooner.

Jonouchi sat awkwardly on his sister’s dorm room bed, trying his very best not to squirm at the sensation of a wet pigmented brush near his eye.  Shizuka was fully concentrated, applying a deep black eyeliner to the soft canvas of her brother’s eyelid. 

“Okay, we’re almoooost~” Shizuka lifted her wrist ever so slightly, creating a gentle curve to the side of the eyeline. Finishing off with a swift movement, she smiled. “Done!” She set the eyeliner into a small lilac puch beside her. “You can open your eyes now, Joey.”

Jonouchi did just that and slowly lifted his eyes to meet the sight of his little sister and her best friend, who was sitting on the floor, leaning her arms against the bed. Her friend whistled. “Looks good, Shiz. God, your eyeshadow is always so flawless.” Shizuka let out a soft giggle. 

“Thanks, Akane. I was worried it was going to look too aggressive.”

Jonouchi blinked a couple of times to make sure he was actually allowed to move. He didn’t want to get yelled at by his sister and Akane like he had been the last three times in the past thirty minutes. He reached for a medium sized mirror that had bright white lights around the rim, which Shizuka had plugged in next to her bed. As Jonouchi looked at his appearance, he sighed. “My face feels itchy.”

Akane snorted. “Makeup’s probably expired.” Shizuka shoved her at the remark, and Akane fell back playfully onto the floor. 

“It’s not expired. I just bought half of these products last month.” Shizuka rolled her eyes as her hand fished through the pouch. “You’re just thinking you’re itchy because you’re not used to wearing makeup.”

“Howd'ya know I won't get some sort of allergic reaction?” Jonouchi grumbled. He took his index finger and pulled at his eye, stretching the skin before Shizuka swatted him with a Stop that!

“Because, I used cheaper and worse products on you, back when we were kids having tea parties. If you didn’t break out then, you won’t break out now.”

“I don’t think that’s true, but whatever,” Akane said lazily from behind. 

This was Jonouchi’s third time in the week hanging out at his sister’s dorm. Shizuka had a friend who minored in photography, and she was in charge of makeup for his upcoming photoshoot. She didn’t want to get anything wrong, so of course she needed someone to practice on first. She never told Jonouchi just what he was going to be doing when he got invited to her dorm for the third time.  He assumed it was a simple hangout, just like any other day. He was wrong.

“How come you didn’t do Akane’s makeup?” Jonouchi said, watching his sister pull out yet another bright colored tube. Just how many makeup products did she have in there?

Akane sat up from the floor and pointed at her face with an annoyed expression. “I’m already wearing makeup.”

Jonouchi stared at her for a moment. Then squinted and leaned forward. “You are?”

Akane frowned. “Are you makin’ fun of me?”

Jonouchi shook his head frantically. “Nah, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m just sayin I couldn't tell. Yours doesn’t look as-” Jonouchi picked up the mirror again. “-heavy as this.”

Shizuka looked offended at the comment. “Hey! It does not look heavy.”

Jonouchi rolled his eyes. At this point he was considering just not talking. Nothing he said was ever right. “Fine. This is definitely brighter though.”

Shizuka began to unscrew the cap of the tube she had grabbed, lifting the wand to reveal a glossy peached tone lip gloss. Jonouchi sighed. He was never fond of lipgloss. He had kissed plenty of girls in the past that wore lipgloss, and frankly he hated being on the receiving end of their lips. Too sticky. And most of them tasted horridly artificial. Shizuka however, didn’t care what he thought of it, as she gently pressed the tip of the applicator onto his bottom lip. The gloss moved side to side for a few swipes, before moving to the top lip. After a moment, she told Jonouchi to rub them together.

“Perfect! Now just let me add some mascara and you’ll be done.” Shizuka rummaged through her bag yet again, and Jonouchi huffed.

“This is coming right off after, right?” Jonouchi was practically pleading. He really didn’t want to keep this crap on his face for more than he needed. To his misfortune, Shizuka shook her head. 

“Sorry, Joey. I want you to wear it for at least two hours.” Jonouchi choked on his spit while Shizuoka rolled her eyes.

“Two hours, Shiz?! Come on!”

“Sorry, but some of these brands I haven’t used before. I want to test the wear and upkeep against sweat and movement and stuff.”

Jonouchi gave his sister a look of betrayal and mumbled to himself. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jonouchi almost threw his palms into his eyes, before both Shizuka and Akane stopped him with a loud, Dont!

Forty-five minutes had passed. So far, Jonouchi was asked to do jumping jacks for five minutes, pushups, and crunches. It wasn’t a super intense workout, but it was enough to generate a bit of sweat. Shizuka analized Jonouchi’s face after each rep, and Akane watched from the bed, cheering him on like they were at a sports event. So far, the makeup was staying relatively intact. Jonouchi laid on the ground, clutching an energy drink to his chest.

“Why am I even workin’ out anyway? Whoever’s doing the photoshoot won’t be workin’ out, right?” Jonouchi lifted his head to take a sip.

“No, but  photoshoot lighting and being forced to pose for a long time can definitely generate some heat. If this makeup can hold up in the more physically taxing of conditions, then a photoshoot should be fine.”

That makes sense I guess. As Jonouchi pressed his lips together he grimaced. He really didn’t like the lipgloss. 

A soft buzz hummed against the dorm room floor, as Jonouchi’s phone began to ring. Jonouchi slowly reached towards the familiar pulse and checked the screen. He sat up, eyes wide. It was Seto.

“Shit,” Jonouchi said, springing up from the floor. With one swift movement of his finger across the phone screen, Jonouchi answered before eagerly sitting up. “Hey,” he said brightly. “What’s goin on, you don’t usually call me this time of day.”

“ I need you.” Seto said matter of factly.

Jonouchi’s brows furrowed, a natural response to whenever he sensed something was wrong. “What is it? Are you okay?” Behind him, Shizuka and Akane listened attentively. Naturally, Shizuka knew about the weirdly successful relationship between her brother and Seto Kaiba that stemmed somewhere after their highschool years. Akane, of course, knew by extension of her best friend and roommate. More than once, Jonouchi’s relationship had become the topic of conversation in their dorm.

“ Where are you?” Seto asked.

“I’m at Shiz’s dorm. You didn’t answer my question. Are you good?” Jonouchi felt a twinge of frustration starting to form inside him. Seto always had an issue with not directly telling Jonouchi what was on his mind. It was something he needed to work on, and Jonouchi had told him this, but still, it happened more often than he wanted it to.

“I’m fine. I just…” he hesitated slightly.

Fine. He used that word whenever he was avoiding something. Which Jonouchi took to mean that he was in fact, not fine. “Are you at work?” Jonouchi got up from the floor and hastily moved towards his jacket hanging on the knob of the dorm room door.

"I’m at the house.”  The ‘house’ was Seto’s penthouse. Separate from his office, and the place he purchased almost instantly the moment he was free from the restrictions of his step-father. Sometimes, his younger brother Mokuba would visit when he was free from school and clubs. Jonouchi spent a good amount of his time there as well. He does have his own apartment, and Seto keeps insisting it makes more sense for Jonouchi to come live with him. But Jonouchi can’t bear to part with the space. Not yet, anyways. He wants something truly his. A place he can call his own. Though granted, Seto’s penthouse is large enough for anyone to take over a random corner on the inside, and it would be considered their own space.

Jonouchi slipped on his shoes and threw the jacket over his shoulder. “I’m coming to see you. Don’t go anywhere.” A few seconds later, he hung up the phone and turned to his sister. “Shiz, I gotta go. I’ll visit you later this week.”

“Joey, hang on-” Shizuka tried her best to get her brother’s attention, but it was too late. He had already made his way out the door.

Shizuka and Akane sat in a moment of silence, before Akane turned eyes wide.

“You think he’ll forget he’s still wearing makeup?” The two stared at each other before Shizuka snorted, and they both broke out in giggles.

Jonouchi drove his old reliable car through the streets of Domino, trying his best not to push his foot harder on the gas every time his mind went to a place of nerves. Recently Seto has been under a lot of stress. Business escapades as usual. Jonouchi never really knew how to help in those situations, outside of simply being around. He was accustomed to help out with little things Seto would forget to do for himself: go to sleep, stand up from his computer, even reminding him to brush his teeth. It’s not like Seto was bad at maintaining his hygiene -not by a long shot. But he would work so often and so hard that the afternoons, mornings and nights would blend into each other. He would sometimes forget to brush his teeth before bed because, well, he wasn’t going to bed.

Jonouchi practically memorized any and every route to the penthouse. He was there every other day, and would come from various locations. Typically he would spend the night there, because Seto insisted he stay. Jonouchi could never quite get him to admit that he probably slept better when they were together. Whenever Jonouchi would make his way into Seto’s bed he would hold his arms out, waiting for Seto to join him. Of course Seto would scoff or call him a ‘ moron’ , before eventually finding himself in Jonouchi’s arms and slowly drifting into a relatively sound sleep. 

Once Jonouchi made it to the Penthouse, he pulled his car into the front. He got out quickly and speedily walked to its entrance. Seto always kept personal security staff members on the first floor. Jonouchi didn’t need to worry when he visited, as far as he knew, he was the only other person outside of Seto himself who was constantly in and  out of the penthouse (outside of Mokuba, of course). As Jonouchi approached the front, he made eye contact with the security guard. “Hey, where is he?” He was only a bit flustered as he spoke.

The security guard looked up, and met Jonouchi’s eyes with a confused expression of his own. “I believe he’s in his room…” the guard trailed off, scratching the back of his neck as he stared. What was his problem today? “S-should I tell him you’re here, or-”

Jonouchi shook his head. “Nah, he knows I’m comin. Thanks.” With that, Jonouchi was off, and rather than take the elevator, he quickly made his way up the array of steps.

The house was pristine, and well kept, as usual. Funny enough, it looked that way because it was hardly used. Seto’s living room had an arrangement of luxuries: both firm and plush varieties of seating, a fireplace, a piano, a large screen television with surround sound stereos and even Artificial-Intelligence that responded to his every beck and call. (Jonouchi wasn’t crazy about that last one. It always gave him the lingering feeling that there was someone else in the room listening to them.)

Jonouchi raced across the room, setting his sights on Seto’s closed bedroom door. Please be alright, he thought. He got so nervous whenever it came to Seto. Like he needed to make sure nothing was wrong, that Seto feeling safe and secure was his responsibility. Jonouchi never wanted to undermine him with this way of thinking. He knew all about the hardships of Seto’s youth, and how quickly the successful young billionaire had to endure a harsh reality to get where he was. But still regardless of who it was, once someone became important in Jonouchi’s life he would do whatever he could to give them the best he could offer. Even if it wasn’t much. With Seto, Jonouchi would shower him with the little things. The overlooked pleasures: a snug embrace beneath warm blankets, a cup of coffee on a lazy afternoon, or simply watching a stupid movie on the couch while he complained about his day. 

Jonouchi gripped the handle to the door, forcefully pushing it open. He scanned the bedroom and didn’t see Seto until walking a bit further, where he was found propped up against one of the many balcony chairs and gazing towards the sunset. Jonouchi watched silently from the doorway, admiring Seto’s figure. He was so poised. Not a hair out of place. He sat with an upright posture (Jonouchi was so sure he’d never seen Seto slouch a day in his life) and carried himself with so much attention.

“Yo,” Jonouchi said. Seto didn’t turn towards him, just continued looking outward. Jonouchi kicked off his shoes in the door, and walked across the balcony to stand beside Seto. “What’s goin on, are you good?”

Seto turned to the anxious boy beside him. “I told you I was fine, Jonouchi. You don’t have to constantly worry about me like a chi-” His eyes grew slightly wide and he pressed his lips shut. He stared at Jonouchi with the utmost confusion. “What is that?”

Jonouchi mirrored the befuddled look. “What’s what ?”

“That on your face,” Seto said calmly. “Is that… makeup?”

Jonouchi’s eyes grew wide and he gaped, before slapping both hands on either cheek. “Aw shit!” His face grew red and he quickly shifted his hands to cover the entirety of his face. “I forgot about- fuck!” As Jonouchi groaned ceaselessly in his hands, Seto simply watched.

“Why are you wearing makeup, Jonouchi?”

Jonouchi couldn’t answer. He was too busy making a note to shove Shizuka into a tower of pillows when he got back to her dorm. How could he be so stupid? He thought he was getting stares from staff around the building when he walked in, but filed it away as his imagination. Nope! He was walking around with his face brightly painted like some cosmetics model.

Jonouchi turned to the bedroom and frantically began darting towards the bathroom. “Give me a second to wash this off!” As he walked, Seto popped up from his seat and followed.

“Hang on,” he said quickly, before catching up and grabbing Jonouchi’s wrist. “Jonouchi, why  are you wearing makeup?”

Jonouchi tried to pull away, but Seto’s grip was firm. Damn it. Compared to Jonouchi, Seto definitely didn’t have the most muscle on his body. That said, he wasn’t fragile either, and when he wanted Jonouchi to stay put, he had a way of doing so. Jonouchi tugged again, but nothing worked. He sighed and turned back to face Seto, his face still blushed with embarrassment. 

“Shiz,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Shizuka put it on me,” he finally admitted.  “She needed help with a school thing, and I got dragged into being her makeup dummy. But then you called, and I rushed here to see you and I- I forgot to…” For a moment there was silence, as Seto marinated on his partner’s words. “I-it’s not like I’m into this kinda stuff. Wearin makeup and whatever. It’s not a hobby or n-nothin…” Jonouchi started rambling. For the most part, Jonouchi was secure around Seto, but something about this felt so humiliating. 

“I am.” Seto responded, keeping his eyes fixated on Jonouchi. His expression was unreadable, and Jonouchi had no idea what he was thinking.

“You… You are what?”

“I’m into this . You, with makeup on.”

Jonouchi stared, adding to the already awkward tension in the room. “What?!” he asked, dumbfounded. “You’re jokin’ right?”

Seto’s expression never changed, but his eyes started to scan around the surface of Jonouchi’s face. He slowly brought his hand to Jonouchi’s chin, gracefully turning the blonde boy’s head from side to side as he admired Shizuka’s work. “I think you look pretty.” Seto lifted a single brow and let out a sly smirk.

Jonouchi’s chest burned at his words, and he could feel the smoothness of his skin spark goosebumps. “Ooh, you fucker,” he dragged out. He and Seto had a playful banter that was often present. Most of the time it was light jabs towards the other when either of their emotions were heightened in a way that was funny to them. Jonouchi would tease Seto when he was being too uptight or judgemental over the smallest thing. Seto would tease Jonouchi when he got easily frustrated or overly excited. Jonouchi however, was never any good when Seto did a one-eighty and complimented him- it was his weakness. There were times when Seto would say something along the lines of approval or praise towards him and suddenly Jonouchi would lose all sense of clarity. All Seto had to do was say a few soft-hearted words, and Jonouchi would become mush. 

Before Jonouchi could get another word out, Seto leaned into his ear and lowered his voice. He pressed his lips ever so slightly against Jonouchi’s skin and let out a husky whisper. “I mean it. You look good like this.” Seto brought his thumb up to the base of Jonouchi’s bottom lip, pulling down and exposing a hint of his bottom teeth. Sneakily, his remaining hand made its way to the small of Jonouchi’s back. Adding pressure to his fingers, he pushed there. “Your face looks softer. Sweeter. More delicate” Jonouchi let out slow breaths as Kaiba spoke. “You look so pretty, Jonouchi.”

Jonouchi could feel a weakness in his knees at Seto’s touch. It was like every presence of Seto on his body was heightened. Pressed so close, Jonouchi could smell him better, the smell of hours old cologne - a warm and spicy sensation that was sharp amongst his nose. He was lost in it. He then felt a wetness against his ear and yelped. Seto dragged the tip of his tongue slowly around the curve of Jonouchi’s ear. 

“S-Seto, hang on. You, ah-” Jonouchi bit his lip hard at the touch of Kaiba’s hand, slowly palming his waist. Seto was sneaky, always has been.  “Seto, wait.” Jonouchi said, though it came out harsher this time. Seto’s movements stopped and he drew back slightly, enough to where his eyes met Jonouchi. Jonouchi used the opportunity to push away. “This isn’t why I came here.” He huffed. He had to be the bigger person, though, he really didn’t want to. If this were any other day, he’d grab Seto by the waist, push him onto the bed and kiss him senseless. But if he did that, he’d just feed into what Seto wants, which means never talking about what’s going on in his head. 

“Earlier you said that you needed me on the phone. What’s wrong?”

Seto’s eyes went sharp, frowning like he was irritated. “I told you. I was fine. You overreacted again, as usual.” He rolled his eyes on the last word. Jonouchi scoffed at him  - a habit, Shizuka teased him of, that he no-doubt picked up from hanging around Seto.

“Overreacted? You said ‘ I need you ’ and then when I asked if you were good you said… you said…” Jonouchi squinted, trying to bring his mind back to their phone call. 

“I said I was fine. ” Seto said, arms crossed.

“O-okay! But you hesitated after! I know you Seto, you do that shit when you aren’t being honest!” 

Seto paused, watching as Jonouchi glowed red with frustration. He darted his eyes back to the balcony, refusing for the two of them to meet each other’s gaze. Jonouchi sighed. Okay, maybe he did overreact, but sometimes Seto was so hard ro read, and in the end all Jonouchi wanted was to make sure he was doing okay. “Look, I’m not tryin to-”

“I just wanted to see you.” Seto’s voice was abrupt and begrudging, like he’d rather die than have said that out loud.

Wait. Jonouchi smirked. “What’d you just say?”

Seto’s frown deepened, but not from anger. It looked like… embarrassment? “Nothing. Forget I ever said anything.” 

Jonouchi took a few steps forward, creeping towards a turned Seto, then placed his chin on his shoulder. “You wanted to see me?” Jonouchi asked in a playful tone of voice.  “You needed me?”

“Shut up.”

Jonouchi snickered, and wrapped his hands around Seto’s waist. “You don’t have to be shy about wantin to see me. I miss seein you too.” Jonouchi inhaled deeply. He loved the way Seto smelled, always. He could be covered in sweat and mud and still, Jonouchi believes that his natural aroma would shine through. “Just say that next time instead of givin me a fuckin heart attack.”

“You gave yourself a heart attack. I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Jonouchi rolled his eyes and gave a tight squeeze to Seto’s middle. He let out a tiny, unsuspecting sound, and Jonouchi soaked it in. “You gotta tell me what’s on your mind more. We talked about this.”

There was a moment’s silence. Seto lifted his own hands to settle over Jonouchi’s. “Fine,” he said softly. “Do you want to know what’s on my mind right now?” Jonouchi let out a quick Mhm in response. “I’m thinking about how pretty your face will look, scrunched up, trying hard not to cry while I let you fuck m-”

Jonouchi smacked a hand over Seto’s mouth. “Jesus! Would you knock it off?” His ears went warm and he could feel Seto’s chuckling breath against his palm. “Insane how you can’t admit you wanna see me but have no problem talkin’ dirty.” 

“But it’s true,” Seto sounded muffled beneath Jonouchi’s hand, and the press of his lips as he spoke added a wet feeling that Jonouchi was having trouble ignoring.  “All I can think about is how you look in that makeup.” Seto took a step backwards, his heel striking the floor beneath Jonouchi’s planted feet. Jonouchi wasn’t prepared for the sudden movement, and stumbled backwards. Seto moved again and Jonouchi followed, before losing his balance and falling on the edge of Seto’s bed. Before he could complain about it, Seto was straddled on top of him.

Seto watched Jonouchi wriggle beneath him with steady eyes. “Joey,” he said, leaning into the end of his name.

“Oh god, don’t call me that. You never call me that!” 

Seto had a thing about nicknames. He didn’t like using them because he thought it was unnecessary. Why take so much time deciding on a name at birth, just to shorten it when you grew tired of saying it over and over? Yet, another thing Jonouchi would tease him about. But using nicknames on Jonouchi was different. Using nicknames made the boy giddy, since he was never used to it. He would get flustered too easily which would later lead to him going empty-headed. Seto liked that. 

He slowly rubbed his waist against Jonouchi in which he responded with a quick whimper. Too easy. “Okay,” Seto’s tone was playful. “What about, Jonou?” His rubbing quickly shifted into a grinding movement. “ Katsuya?”

“That’s not-” Jonouchi tried to respond but gave up instantly. With Seto pushing so close against him, he was beginning to lose all sense of judgment. Seto pressed one of his slender index fingers against Jonouchi’s lips.

“Sssshh. Don’t try to argue with me, Katsuya.” The ache beneath Jonouchi’s pants started to make itself known. “Now, be honest. Did you get dolled up just for me?”

“I told you, my sister-”  Seto wouldn’t let him get the words out. He leaned down, bringing his tongue beneath Jonouchi’s jaw and started sucking. “Ah,” his moans were starting to break through. Just then, Seto nipped him. Jonouchi winced in pain at the sting before sighing to the soothing that immediately came from Seto’s tongue.

Jonouchi was getting even harder now. And it didn’t help that Seto never stopped rubbing his dick against him. The rough rub of his denim jeans against Seto’s thin dress pants aggravated him. The front of the jeans were too bulky. It was like a tease, knowing how close Seto’s dick was, and yet he couldn’t fully feel it. 

Seto was making his way all over Jonouchi’s neck now. That was a habit of his - marking him up whenever he felt like it. Jonouchi always pretended that it annoyed him, because honestly the stares he got whenever he went out in public weren’t his favorite. He did however feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that with every hickey Seto gave him, Jonouchi was able to get payback by fucking him so good Seto ended up whining in his ear.

“You little brat,” Jonouchi huffed. Seto ignored him, as he slowly pulled his hands to the waist of his own pants and undid the buttons. Jonouchi watched him, smirking “God, you’re so needy.”

“No I’m not,” there was annoyance in his voice. Jonouchi knew that bothered him, telling him he sounded desperate. Which is exactly why he said it. Seeing Seto embarrassed every once in a while was just the spark he needed to light the fire inside of him.

“Tell me what you want from me, Seto.” Jonouchi placed a kiss on the corner of Seto’s mouth. He growled. Jonouchi knew he would. Once Seto was turned on like this, he always wanted more. He would get frustrated with light touches. "You like the makeup that much?" Jonouchi snorted and Seto shut him up with a forceful kiss. The kiss was wet, messy, and sticky. Damn that lipgloss. Jonouchi still hated the taste, but he didn’t entirely hate that wearing it made it harder to pull his lips away. Jonouchi opened his mouth as he felt Seto’s tongue slide in. He tasted a hint like wine.

Jonouchi moaned into Seto’s mouth, and Seto shivered against him. After a few more seconds, Jonouchi gently nipped his bottom lip, pulled his face away and looked into Seto’s familiar blue eyes. They were a bit glassy and Seto’s typically pale face was starting to go flush. “So? How do you like the lipgloss?” Jonouchi grinned.

Seto’s breathing was staggered from the kiss. He looked down at Jonouchi’s lips, glistening with the gloss of both the cosmetics and their shared saliva. “Too sticky,” Seto huffed.

Jonouchi snickered. “That’s what I said. Maybe I’ll do lipstick next time.”

“You’re an idiot.” Seto kissed him again.

“Yeah,” Jonouchi reached towards the buttons on Seto’s collared shirt, and began to pull. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

A few hours had passed since Jonouchi visited Seto. He wasn’t even going to bother trying to go home. Night had already fallen, and he had no energy to go anywhere else. He was lying in bed, with Seto’s head propped on his shoulder, as he scrolled through various messages on his phone (or whatever he was doing. Jonouchi always just assumed it had something to do with work.)

Jonouchi’s phone started to ring beside him. It was a face call from Shizuka. Jonouchi leaned to the bedside table closest to him and tapped on the touch activated lamp. He only put it on the lowest setting, since the two of them had been sitting in the dark for the last 30 minutes. The shift in movement brought out a small grumble from Seto, which Jonouchi found amusing. He fixed his slumped posture and answered the call.

“Hey, Shiz.”

“Joey! I need to make sure you-” Shizuka’s face was comically close to the camera, before she pulled her head back and observed her brother with side eyes. “Oh.” She sounded surprised. “You’re still wearing the makeup?”

Jonouchi sighed. He almost forgot, again. After spending his evening wrapped up in Seto, he was too tired to think about washing his face off. And of course, Seto never reminded him to do it. Jonouchi pinched the bridge of his nose. There was nothing he could say to deny it. He was still wearing the makeup. “Yeah, shiz. I’ve had this crap on my face much longer than I intended. You better be satisfied, cause I’m not doin this again.” Out of the corner of his eye, Jonouchi saw Seto’s head shift slightly.

There was a moment of silence before Shizuka spoke again. “Is Kaiba with you?” Jonouchi frowned. What kind of question was that? 

“Yeah… why?”

Shizuka ignored her brother and projected her voice to speak to Seto. “Hi Kaiba! Can you tell me if you think Joey’s makeup still looks good? I can’t tell from how dim the light is.”

Jonouchi made an unexpected sound as Seto raised an eyebrow. “Hello, Shizuka. No need to worry. Your brother’s makeup is still pretty.” Jonouchi sucked in his cheeks and whipped his head towards Seto, who was wearing a shitty little smirk on his face. For the most part, everything was still intact. The lipgloss was practically gone - no surprise there- but everything from Jonouchi’s eyes to his cheekbones was still well visible.

Jonouchi mouthed an F-You, to Seto, who was enjoying this far too much.

“Okay,” Shizuka said on the other end. “So my makeup is sex proof. Noted.”

Jonouchi’s eyes went wide, and his face went red as a tomato. In the back of the call, he could hear a loud HA from Akane in the back. “WHAT THE HELL, SHIZ!”

“Anyways, I’ll talk to you later Joey. Bye Kaiba!” Shizuka hung up almost instantly, so fast that Jonouchi couldn’t scold her. 

Embarrassed, Jonouchi tossed his phone to the end of the bed and frantically rubbed his face with his hands. “That’s it! This shit is comin off!” He could hear Seto chuckling beside him. “Why the hell would you humor her Seto?”

“It’s not like she wasn’t going to figure it out.” Seto licked his thumb finger, and gently pushed it against one of the many bruises he left on Jonouchi’s skin. “Not much of a secret now, is it?” 

Jonouchi groaned. God, Seto was almost as bad as his sister sometimes. 

“I guess you’ll need some concealer to cover these,” Seto teased. Jonouchi turned to him with wide eyes.

“Oooh, you fucker.”