Disclaimer – Not mine.

A/N – Written when I discovered that graphic NC-17 kinkfic exists for these four. Rule 34 indeed. Also, dedicated to Azurite, who has stirred up my wibble reaction for not one but two fandoms with her latest project (and named a cracktastic crossover pairing after me to boot). Consider this a thank you fic, babs.

Handcuffs and Hormones

© Scribbler, May 2008.

"Aw, man, not again."

"It's her night."

"Yeah, but… again? I always come off worst when she's in charge. She's about a hairsbreadth away from handcuffing me to that sofa. I swear, if she had a whip she'd beat me with that as well."

"We take it in turns to be in charge. It's the rules."

"This is emasculating."

"Dude, you know what that means?"

"Shut up, Honda. I'm slow on the uptake sometimes, not stupid."

"You said it, not me."

"Guys, please, can't we just enjoy this?"

"You enjoy when she's in charge? Man, you are so pussy-whipped!"

"Shut up, Jounouchi."

"I'm not… that. I just respect the rules. It's her night. It's her choice. We have to so what she says. That's what we all agreed when we started this – for better or worse, we always go with what the one in charge says. She always agrees with what any of us want when it's our turn."

"Yeah, but you always choose vanilla stuff so that's no hardship for her. She enjoys it most of the time, and at least you shake things up a little sometimes – choose other things and experiment with stuff you might not like when we recommend it. She doesn't. It's always the same for her."

"Because she enjoys it."

"I don't. I hate it when she orders us around. I always get bruises. She aims for me more than you two."

"Jeez, Jounouchi, you're such a whiner."

"Shut up, Honda."

"Cry me a river."

"We've seen the movie Footloose a zillion times on Movie Night already and Anzu kicks me when I fidget because I'm bored. I'm entitled to whine."

Fin.