Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monster GX Fan Fiction ❯ Sense ❯ Nose ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: I fucking told you this is hardcore yaoi in the summary. What more do you sociopaths want from me?

 

Author's Note: Okay, sorry this took so long. I rewrote this chapter like 5 times. I also decided not to make this fantasy, or yuri or pwp. Mostly because I'm lazy. If that doesn't make sense, fuck you. xP

 

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Chapter 2 Nose

“Hold still Sho!”

 

“Sharp things make me nervous, you know that aniki!”

 

“You won't have to be nervous if you hold still dude!”

 

So here's the scene for those of you that haven't figured it out. I'm standing next to Sho holding thinning shears in our bathroom. We propped the chair to our desk chair back with a text book. (Finally, I have found a use for it!) Sho is fidgeting and cringing on the chair. I hope he doesn't wiggle his way out of it. It took me 15 minutes to get him to sit down. Of course it probably wasn't the best idea to be holding scissors while trying to pin him down. Yeah.

 

“What in the hell are you losers trying to do?” That musky smell, it's gotta be Jun. It's weird that I don't even have to look to know it's him. The “loser” part helps too.

 

“Hey, Manjoume! Wanna help me cut Sho's hair?” I beam at him, he needs to smile more. I hate it when people aren't smiling.

 

Alas, he sneers at me. Not attractive. And yet…

 

“Sure. I don't wanna deal with the police when you two kill yourselves. It's nasty enough here already, we don't need blood too.”

 

“Sweetness. Hold him down please.”

 

“What!?! Aniki, don't!”

 

“C'mon Sho, it's for your own good.”

 

Sho whimpers as Jun holds his neck in place. Its weird seeing them that close together. I don't like it. Not at all. But if it keeps Sho safe from his wild thrashing, then I'll have to deal with it.

 

It takes me about thirty minutes to cut Sho's hair. There's a lot less of it than I thought, it's just… poofy.

 

The final result of this awkward project looks good. Damn good.

 

“I look like the guy from the “my circle” commercials.” Sho runs his fingers threw it. I don't think he likes it.

 

“It's called a faux hawk dumbshit. And anything's better than that mess you had before, so friggin' suck it up.” Always with the foul language with Jun. At least I keep it in my head. Most of the time. Kiss my glorious gay ass.

 

“He's joking Sho.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, “But it is A LOT better.”

 

“B-but it's all… GONE.”

 

“That's the idea. Let people see you, come out of the covers and shine!”

 

He chews his lips as Jun scoffs.

 

“More like come out of the closet. You gay retards.”

 

“Shut up Manjoume! We are NOT gay. That's just sick. Right, aniki?”

 

Sick? Dude, that stung like a low blow with a sledge hammer.

 

“So you're still retards then?” Jun snickers at Sho's outraged fit.

 

Pretty soon they're on the floor wrestling. I don't like it. Not at all. They're too close again. But I'm not jealous. Why would I be? They're straight boys. My friends. Straight friends. Straight friends that think I'm sick. Sick. It hurts. Why? I want to float again with him. Eyes. Everything goes black.

 

Musky. Sexy and musky. The way a man smells. But not just any man. It's him.

 

I know because I'm floating again. Floating in him, with him, around him. It's so musky and delicious.

 

“Judai.”

 

Oh god, say my name.

 

“Judai.”

 

Hold me. Touch me. Fuck me.

 

“JUDAI!”

 

My eyes snap open. I'm warm. Why?

 

“Oh Jesus aniki! I thought we killed you!” Sho wiped tears from his eyes.

 

“I told you we just knocked him out, retard!”

 

Jun is carrying me. My face is pressed into his chest. It's... musky? Oh fucking hell no…

 

Not Jun. It can't be Jun. No, no, no, no, no, no!

 

But it is. I'm floating in his scent. My friend's scent. My straight friend's scent.

 

“Stop trying to snuggle or whatever you're doing, faggot! I won't hit you `cuz I'm pretty sure we gave you a concussion and you're probably delusional. Or more than usual at least.”

 

Delusional? That makes sense. No way I fell for Jun in my sleep. They musta knocked something loose in my head. Yeah.

 

So I might as well enjoy my temporary insanity right? I don't press my face into him anymore; I just enjoy his scent while trying not to get hard. That would make him drop me, crazy or otherwise.

 

I'm very unsatisfied of this quack-ass nurse. No concussion? Bullshit. I'm crazy! Jun is making me horny! That's not normal even if I'm queer.

 

“For the last time, sugar. You're fine. No head trauma at all. I am a little confused why you passed out, but you're fine now. You should probably take a nap though, now normally I wouldn't let you with a head injury, but it's very minor and you may have passed out do to lack of sleep.” Jun and Sho snort. Fuck them; I need a lot of sleep.

 

The nurse shows me to a small hospital room, the bed looks better than my dorm bed. But I guess sick people need good beds. Or maybe we Silfers just got screwed. Oh well, the red jacket's totally worth it.

 

She leaves the room telling me to take my time. I strip down to my boxers, throwing my clothes into a corner. Screw folding. The sheets are nice, probably a high thread count and the smell like lavenders. Or maybe sweet pea? I'm not a flower expert.

 

“Judai.”

 

Jun. I'm tied down to my hospital bed. My arms are above me head, I think I'm handcuffed. The cuffs are leather. Good leather.

 

“Judai.”

 

He takes the covers off me slowly. His eyes lock with mine, dark, so dark and deep. So black.

 

“Judai.”

 

The room changes. There are candles around us, all the same off white color, but different height and holders. Everything is musky. The bed has silk sheets now. I think they're black.

 

The walls are dark red. Smoke swirls around the room. It smells like him too.

 

My boxers are gone, I'm wearing a thong with the dick part cut out. It's leather too. So is my collar.

 

“Judai.”

 

Jun is straddling me. He's wearing a black cowboy hat. So sexy. He has a fishnet shirt on. It's black too. It contrasts with his creamy skin. He's wearing leather pants. Black.

 

“Judai.”

 

He smirks as he looks down. I'm so hard.

 

Jun pulls a drawer open in the nightstand I hadn't noticed.

 

He slips a rubber ring over my cock. So sexy.

 

Jun grabs a smaller candle. His eyes molest my torso as he decides what to do next. Look at me that way forever. Rape me with your eyes.

 

He drips wax on the center or my chest. It burns. In burns so, so good. Wax drips on my nipples. I scream. I scream no words, at least none that I can hear.

 

He drips wax across my chest and stomach. It feels so good. So horribly good.

 

I'm crying by the time he gets to my cock. The head is drenched in wax and pre-cum. As the wax hardens it pulls on my skin. So fucking good. The sensation runs though my body, making me shudder in bliss.

 

“Judai.”

 

He leans over me; his tongue flutters into my mouth. I suck on it, as if I'm trying to pull it down my throat.

 

A low love-growl comes from deep in Jun's throat. I feel it's vibrations going through me. The rubber ring is getting painful, but I don't want it off. Not yet.

 

Jun slides down my body, making little slurpy kisses and nips as he goes. I let myself focus just on the kisses and his scent. What a smell.

 

He settles between my legs, and pulls the thong strap that is covering my asshole to the side. He kisses it, I shudder. It's so dirty. Delicious. Awesome.

 

“Judai.”

 

He licks around it, then directly on it, stroking it with his tongue sensually. I think I'm dying of happiness. Is that possible?

 

“Judai.”

 

His hand strokes my cocks as he continues to lick my ass. I want to cum. Jesus Chirst! It hurts.

 

He knows I'm in pain. I can see it in his eyes. It's amusing to him. Which is sexy to me. And makes my cock hurt more. Goddamn this is awesome!

 

I'm awake. Fuck it. Why am I awake? Musky. Jun's here?

 

“Oh my God you are a fag.” Jun looks horrified.

 

“Why do you say that?” I rub my eyes sleepily. How dare he wake me up from having sex with him.

 

“Why else would you be having a wet dream while moaning my name? Sick freak.” Jun spat.

 

I look down. Hmmm, I did jizz myself. Not good. And I didn't even get to enjoy it. Time to play stupid.

 

“What's a wet dream?”