Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ .entanglement. ❯ OnE ( Chapter 1 )

I'm back and It's reposted because I have no life and hate all of you. (^_^)

by: pyrrotsumi of the sinsisters!! >.<

disclaimer: consider yourself disclaimed.

crap: Katsuya's POV. Anzu bashing. Yaoi. Lemon. AU- so unfortunately no Yamis to play with. v_v;

pairing(s): KatsuyaxRyou...for now that is.

.entanglement.

"Alright Katsuya," Mai grinned that trade-mark, inquisitive grin as she propped her head up slightly and shoveled her "rabbit food" in her mouth. "Duo Maxwell or Heero Yuy. Which would you rather fuck?"

I smirked, sighing slightly and slitting my eyes as I stretched my arms up over my head and leaned against a neighboring tree. Yummy. Gundam Pilots. "Mmm. . . both?"

Mai chuckled and stabbed at a cucumber slice, swirling it around in her Italian dressing. "That wasn't an option," she replied simply, lifting the vegetable to her lips and eying me expectantly.

"On the contrary, honey," I grinned. "It's ALWAYS an option."

Mai groaned, rolling her eyes as she clamped her blood red lips around her cucumber slice and sucked out the juice. Man, this chick sure eats weird. And she's got this god-awful habit of biting her nails. And she wears too much perfume. And she's one of those demented otaku people. And she's a bitch. But that's how I love her! Everything aside, Mai's a great girl. She just transferred in to Domino High a month ago and she's great to have around. Albeit she's a senior and I'm a junior, we can still talk about shit. It's cool. Neither of us do that "school" thing too well and we both have extreme weaknesses to cute guys. Speaking of which. . .

"S~eto Kaiba. Hello, hello," I grinned, sitting up attentively and looking across campus to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome who'd just made his way down the granite steps of the school building.

Mai licked her lips alertly and joined my watchful post. "He has it bad for me, and he knows it," Mai grinned slyly, nudging my ribs with her elbow.

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. "Nu-uh Mai-ster. No het walks with that much sway in his hips." Mmm, his hips. . . My eyes traveled slowly over the lithe frame that was retreating from my line of vision. His uniform clung nicely to his ass as well as his decently toned arms and long legs. He raked a hand through his dark brown hair and slung a briefcase over his shoulder as he headed for the student parking lot. I've heard some rumors that the guy already owns his own company. Something to do with the Duel Monsters game that seems to have saturated the interest of over half the student population.

"Whatever," Mai grumbled, probably realizing that I'm always right. (Insert curt nod.) "Just remember, you've got one already, and he's loyal as all hell." She flopped down on the schoolyard grass, tugging at the hem of her uniform's skirt.

"Stop patronizing me!" A warm voice pouted from a few feet behind me. The outburst was followed by a short giggle and the obnoxious laughter of. . .IT. That's right folks. . .IT. IT is hairy and stalks at night. IT will eat your babies! IT has a set of fake-o titties. IT is. . .ANZU! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

" Jounouchi-kun!" Yugi exclaimed, his cheerful, prepubescent self. He was grinning widely and hugging a deck of cards to his chest. Ahh. . .he's been bitten by the Duel Monsters leech. "Look!" he cried excitedly, grabbing me around the neck and pushing the pile of cards into my face. "I got some really cool ones from my Grandpa's shop! He picked them out for me!"

It's times like these that help to explain why I sometimes forget Yugi is my age. He's already hit his final height of 5 feet; not bad, I suppose, compared to what it could have been. I remember back in our freshman year when Yugi had gotten his yearly physical and the doc had went and said Yugi was going to be a big 4'7" once he'd reached his final height. The poor kid was close to bawling and I couldn't help but laugh. I was about two times his size. I love Yugi though. He's got this carefree perspective and this innocent aura that seems to cling to him. He has this way with people, like, he doesn't HAVE to ask what's wrong, he knows. Sometimes I wonder if he'd ever realized I'd been hitting on him, or if he hadn't been wrapped up in Anzu if we would have worked. I'd have been good to him. But I suppose that doesn't matter now. . .

"That's really great, Yug," I forced a smile.

"You're such a frigging liar," He rolled his eyes, plopping down playfully in my lap. Catching himself, Yugi slapped his forehead. "Oops, sorry Bakura-kun," he grinned, standing back up and relocating next to me. "It's all yours."

I grinned up to my boyfriend knowing full well he was way too shy to sit on me in public.

"It's alright, Yugi," Ryou smiled; blush collecting softly on his cheeks. With that he took the other spot next to me, and placed his lunch tray in his lap.

Hot Ryou-Hot Ryou. . . I'm pretty damn lucky, know that?

I customarily, or possessively, whichever, slid an arm over Ryou's shoulder and used my free hand to turn his chin gently and meet my gaze. "Hey," I murmured, leaning my forehead softly against his.

Ryou giggled and scrunched up his face as blush accented his cheekbones more deeply. Damn, damn, damn! This boy is too fucking cute for his own good.

I took in the sight of his slanted, chocolate tinted eyes and leaned forward briefly to press a kiss to his lips.

"Hi Katsuya," Ryou replied timidly, smiling with an air of sensuality as he tilted his head back up to meet my lips. My tongue immediately went for his bottom lip, tracing it slowly and asking like a good boy for access to his mouth. With a squeaky sort of sigh/giggle, Ryou parted his lips as our tongues lazily tasted and teased as we greeted each other the best way we knew how.

I'm about ten seconds short of shoving Ryou's tray off his lap and pinning him to the grass when I hear Anzu gag. "Jounouchi, I'm eating! Suck his face out some other time!" she groaned, poking her fork into my side.

I push Ryou's tray off his lap and straddle his crossed legs as I cup his cheek with one hand and flip Anzu off with other. Ahhh. . . had that coming. And just to piss her off further, I licked straight up his face and resumed my position sucking his tongue out of his mouth.

"Uh, you're so gross, Jounouchi!" she whined. "You're immature, you're a moron, and…and,"

Awww. . .little Anzu's run out of insults? Woo, hello Ryou. . .

"And you don't brush your teeth after meals!" Yugi added for the hell of it, punching me in the thigh.

"Alright guys!" I yelled, exasperated, tearing away from my boyfriend. "I am trying to. . .better acquaint myself with this sexy thing right here. Can I have five minutes?"

"No," Anzu grumbled, ripping the butt off some poor, unsuspecting french fry with her big, gnashing teeth of doom.

"Fuck you, Anzu," I smiled sweetly, climbing off of Ryou much to my discontent. No make-out time for Katsuya Jounouchi . . .sob. Unfairness. Just when I was getting hot too.

"Jounouchi-kun, you're still coming over Friday, right? You promised!" Yugi asked, waving a peanut butter, jelly, and fluff sandwich at my face as his eyebrows furled, awaiting an answer.

I stretched my legs and sat back down between him and Ryou. "Sure, sure. Of course," I grinned, shooting Ryou a wink. I kicked Mai's knee as she tipped back an iced cappuccino. "Got a lighter on ya, babe?" I inquired hopefully.

"Gotcha covered," Honda grinned, walking up beside me and dropping the little rectangle on my head. I frowned slightly, before shooting my best friend `the look' and picking the lighter up off the ground. I patted all my pockets only to be disappointedly empty. "God damn. . .heh heh. Mai? Honey?"

Mai groaned and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse. "You are one incompetent piece of shit, know that Katsuya?" she smirked, pulling out two and handing me one.

Ryou frowned, shifting uncomfortably. "That's a disgusting habit, Katsuya," he reprimanded, placing a slice of cantaloupe from his fruit salad on his tongue, and closing his mouth to chew.

I chuckled softly, crawling over between Mai and Honda. "I'll move, hun."

"Those things'll kill you Jounouchi-kun," Yugi scolded, taking a swipe for it.

"The sooner the better," Anzu grumbled, taking a swig of her fruit punch or whatever the hell it was and chugging it like a pint of cheap beer.

I jerked my head quickly, in the process grabbing Honda's lighter and lighting it. "You say that everyday, Yug." I pinched the roll of tobacco between two fingers and offered it to Mai who stuck hers to the end of it for a light.

"Give it a rest, Boots," Honda sighed, using Anzu's nickname that the two of us made up at least a year ago. See, Honda and I have always been convinced that Anzu stuffs her bra. Her boobs aren't naturally that big. They can't be. So we started making this list of what Anzu stuffs her bra with and I guess we came up with boots and the name stuck. Call me an insensitive bastard if you want! I'll wear the title with pride! As long as I'm not. . .Boots. . . teeheehee.

Anzu's face flushed about five different shades of red as she crossed her arms, body consciously, over her chest. "You guys are so immature. . ." she glared, speaking quietly.

It's kinda funny how times change. If this had been three years ago Yugi would have jumped to Anzu's defense, bitching about how it's rude of us to talk about her that way and such. Poor disgruntled Yugi was so infatuated with Boots. . . Then he finally got the nerve to confess his feelings for her in ninth grade. THE BITCH SHUT HIM DOWN! And he's never forgiven her. Hehe, it's great!

I took a drag and blew the smoke in Anzu's direction as I offered the cigarette to Honda who inhaled sharply and then handed it back to me.

I glanced quickly at Honda who had his head propped up on his knee and was killing ants with a bottle of Power-Ade. Believe it or not when I was younger-probably eighth or ninth grade- I used to have the most incredible crush on that guy. This of course sucked because A.) He was the first guy I, y'know, liked like that and B.) Damn! The guy's my best friend! Needless to say I hated myself more in that one year than I ever have in my entire life. It worked out well I suppose. Halfway through ninth grade, Honda admitted to his bisexuality; which everyone thought was incredibly fucked up because he'd chase after girls like your average, stereotypical straight guy. And then there was me, never crushed on a girl in my life, and consistently denying the fact I might be gay right up until the beginning of our tenth grade year.

Honda shifted and turned to shoot me a smile as he ground the bottle over an ant hole and went after a ladybug. I finished up my cigarette in a couple of puffs and ground it into the dirt, standing and taking Ryou's tray. Personally, I wanted to finish what we'd started, but I guess it was obvious that it wasn't going to happen here.

"Where are we going?" Ryou asked as I helped him to his feet and dusted off his ass for him. I handed him his tray on which contained the remains of his fruit salad, and a bottle of iced tea and smiled.

"We'll be seeing you," I announced, not bothering to answer Ryou's question just yet. With that I kissed Yugi and Mai, tousled Honda's hair because he hates it, and "accidentally" kicked some dirt in Anzu's lap before sliding an arm around Ryou's waist and leading him back towards the school.

I noticed Ryou skip a few times to keep up with my long strides as I hurried him across the schoolyard.

"Jounouchi-chan!" he huffed, almost dropping his tray. "Where are we going?!"

"We've got ten minutes," I grinned, taking his tray from his hands and dumping the entire thing in a trashcan before grabbing his hand and bolting up the stairs to our school.

We've got one of those prestigious schools that everyone thinks is hard to get into, but really isn't. I mean, Mai and me are here for Christ's sake, how difficult can the entrance exam be? The building mostly prides its students on their math and science test scores. Ryou and Yugi are both in, like, honors calculus or something and even I'M taking chemistry so I suppose that says SOMETHING-even if I AM failing miserably.

Ryou giggled softly, realizing my intentions and picked up his pace as I opened the doors and pushed him through into the lobby. There weren't many people around seeing as how they were either in the café, elsewhere, or outside, so I grabbed hold of Ryou firmly by the ass, laughing at his squeaky gasp as I used my grip to push him into the boy's bathroom.

"Jounouchi-chan!" he scolded, his face the color of sunburn as I shoved him against the door and pressed into him with my chest and hips. "Someone could have seen us!"

"Then what? We've got discrimination laws working for us," I snickered, kissing him briefly before pulling back and rapping my fist over each stall door calling, "If I were any of you, I'd get the fuck out of the bathroom now." No one responded so I kept walking to the far end of the bathroom to a cleaning supplies closet and opened it, pulling out a broom. "Out! I'm warning you!"

Ryou took a deep sigh, the color in his face retreating, and sat on the sink. "No one's here, Katsuya," he reassured me, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as I slid the broom through the handle in the bathroom door. I REFUSE to be interrupted again.

I found my way back over to Ryou, cupping my hands to the back of his neck so his head tilted to meet mine. "I'll buy that," I smirked, taking his soft, pliant lips to mine and kissing him roughly, darting my tongue in and out of his mouth in smooth, liquid motions.

Away from prying eyes, Ryou felt comfortable enough to return the kiss with spitfire. He traced his tongue along mine, as his hands rubbed gently along the inside of the belt loop to my uniform pants. His legs quickly found their place, sliding and hooking around my waist. This action led to his erection digging into mine, causing us both to gasp quickly, breaking our kiss.

Wanting more of that contact, I ground my hips firmly to his, biting back a sudden whimper which coulda/woulda/shoulda put a small animal to shame. My hands moved quickly over his chest, searching for and finding where his uniform hooked in the front. Trying not to waste a second, I fumbled to grasp the zipper and pulled it down, sliding Ryou's blue overcoat off his shoulders so it accompanied his white undershirt in an accumulating pile on the floor.

I kissed Ryou's neck sloppily and hurriedly, my hands ripping away at the button on his pants. It was a bitch having to take a step back and loose all that friction to work Ryou's pants down to his knees, as well as his sissy-chick briefs. I took a quick moment for admiration of his smooth skin and the altogether, bluntly, fucking hot body of my boyfriend. However, looking is so passé. Let's give it a feel, shall we?

I immediately slid my left hand under his balls and my right hand curled it's fingers around his dick, pumping in short motions that were slowly increasing in speed.

"Uhnnn, Katsuya…god," Ryou whimpered as he hissed air quickly through his clenched teeth and shut his eyes tightly He dropped his hands to grab hold of a faucet and leaned his head back, hitting the mirror. His breath was hitching and I was lovin this. . . Oh the things I doo-oo to yoouu-ouuu, baaaaby. And no, I don't think that's an actual song.

"Nope," I grinned. "Just Katsuya."

Score! I've ALWAYS wanted to say that!

I quickly used my toes to step on the backs of my sneakers and kick my shoes off from my feet, also stepping on the cuff of my pants to pull them off one leg at a time. Wiggling out of my boxers and jerking off Ryou at the same time was the bitch. But. . .yeah. . .I AM amazing aren't I? And miraculously I got them off all right.

I worked Ryou's dick with my fingers, kneading at the head and sliding my fingertips in a pinched motion down to the base. He wanted to cum pretty bad; the strained, almost tortured expression on his face told all. But of course. . .we couldn't have that, not just yet! That's no fun. My motions began to slow until the only contact I gave Ryou was a single fingertip teasing softly up and down the shaft of his penis.

"No. No, Katsuya," Ryou pleaded, almost whining as a pained expression covered his sweat-damped, red face. He pushed his hips forward in an attempt to gain back any physical contact between his penis and my hand. "Katsuya. . . this isn't funny!!"

My hand abandoned his arousal entirely and both gripped his waist, quickly pulling him off of the sink and leaning him with his back against the wall. "Ryou, on your knees," I instructed, resting my hands on his shoulders as he wearily sank to the floor. "Now, you remember how to do this, right?" I asked, placing both hands on either side of his face, and pulling it closer to my straining dick. Contents Under Pressure. . . got that right.

Ryou nodded quickly, holding my hips with a gentle grip. I could feel his warm breath venting over my groin, my eyes squeezing shut and awaiting their just reward when. . .

"Hey! Unlock the door!" some shit-head yelled nervously. "I gotta go! Bad!"

I growled out of frustration, nails scratching accidentally over Ryou's face. "Fuck off!" I shouted, my voice cracking unintentionally. I quickly motioned for Ryou to continue, hoping the moron was easily convinced. I could feel his cold fingers grasp my cock and his lips just grazing the tip-

"OOOooh!" the nameless bastard said smugly. "I gotcha."

"Fucking A," I groaned, my fingers weaving into Ryou's thick hair as I awaited his movement.

"We're very fortunate," Ryou acknowledged, his lips brushing faintly against my head as he spoke, sending small shivers up my spine as my breath caught in my throat. "That boy sounded like he was just going to find another bathroom and leave it at that. You know? He's NOT going to find a teacher."

"What's a teacher gonna do?" I shuddered, panting softly. "I'm not leaving this bathroom until I obtain a decent orgasm and there's nothing any of my teachers are going to do to change that. Now, please continue?"

I can only assume Ryou rolled his eyes before continuing. He opened his mouth cautiously to lick a hot spiral around the head of my penis.

"Mm. . . Just get it wet, okay?" I groaned, almost hoping he'd ignore me and suck it dry. But of course, he wouldn't. Stupid Ryou.

Ryou suddenly closed his lips around the tip, my back arching at the sudden wet warmth of his mouth on my cock. He worked my length in slowly, trying his hardest not to gag when I hit the back of his throat.

It took massive amounts of self-control I never knew I had to keep from pulling out suddenly and thrusting back into his mouth. The heat of it was incredible and there was little I could do but wait.

He impaled his mouth a few more times with my dick, before pulling back and beaming. "All right, Katsuya," he blushed softly, wiping his mouth and waiting for my next move.

Once more, I resumed my grasp on his hips and pushed him to the floor. Sucking on a finger briefly, I rubbed it across the puckered entrance to his ass before pushing it forward. I could feel all Ryou's muscles promptly clamp down on the sudden intrusion of my finger as he gasped softly and curved his back upwards. I prodded carefully, pushing and stretching the inner walls as gently as I could. Once I felt Ryou had relaxed slightly, I reunited Mr. Pointer and Mr. Middle Finger. They massaged, scissored, and when I was satisfied, I extracted them.

Ryou moaned at the sudden loss of contact, which was too friggin cute. His brow was puckered and his face was scrunched up as if he were waiting for someone to punch him in the face.

Leaning back, I pulled my pants toward me and from out of my back pocket I extracted my wallet, and from that… the rubber ^_~ As fast as I could I tore open the little foil square and gloved myself. A safe Katsuya is a. . . genital wart-less Katsyua. . . or something to that effect. I positioned myself at the hole my fingers had prepared and thrust steadily forward, driving my entire length inside him. I had to catch my breath once the feeling had registered. Shit! Shit! Ryou you're fucking tight!!

On the receiving end, I could tell Ryou was getting once more accustomed to the feel of my length inside him. When he was ready, he began to wiggle his hips impatiently, eager for me to continue.

I pulled out quickly, and thrust my cock back in before the option for objections became available. . . not that there would be any. I groaned, beginning to set a rhythm to my motions as I picked up speed and slammed myself as hard into him as I dared.

A sharp cry sounded from Ryou's mouth and I knew I'd hit his prostate perfectly. As my climax was building and formed on my face, I listened to the small noises Ryou made. If this had been my first time having sex with him, I would have sworn he was making all the cheap, porno movie, helpless woman whimpers just to sound good, but I've learned it's just natural to him. So he sounds hot. . . naturally!

"Uhhh. . . Katsuya-a-aaa," he groaned softly, his voice squeaking as I came down on him hard, his hips thrusting up to meet my administrations.

My vision was goin funny as I reached a hand over Ryou's hip and jerked his hard length roughly. Without warning Ryou came, trying his hardest not to make any loud noises. His jizz shot onto my thighs and splattered a little on my shirt. The muscle contractions caused by his orgasm, gripped me suddenly and I tossed my head back and bit my lip as I released into Ryou, falling forwards on his chest with a grunt.

I panted, trying to catch my breath as I studied the soft contours of Ryou's dampened face. He really was something. What, I don't know, but something. "Not bad, bitch. Not bad," I joked, relishing the soft moan I elicited from my boyfriend as I pulled out and kissed him softly, our tongues immediately finding the other and wrestling gently.

Now, I suppose it would have been darn swell just laying there on that fine. . . augh. . . boy's bathroom floor. . . and enjoying the aftereffects of mine and Ryou's sex, except for the fact that the bell had just rung and Ryou has this hang up on being in class on time, know?

"Oh no! No no no! I'm late!" Ryou gasped, knocking me off his chest as he jumped to his feet and hurried over to the sink.

I sat up lazily, feeling rather sweaty and gross from having sex with my shirt on. I tugged the condom of my dick and tied it off like a balloon. I served it up and smashed it into the trashcan like a volleyball.

"Jounouchi-chan!!" Ryou called frantically as he ran a wet paper towel up his legs. "Get cleaned up! Put your clothes on!!"

"Ewww," I groaned, peeling off my tee shirt and trying to air it out a little. I yawned pulling my shirt back on over my head. "I dun wanna go to class," I whined. "And we'll just end up getting detentions for being late."

"If I do I deserve it!" Ryou moaned ashamedly, wiping the paper towel over his face. "This only demonstrates a lack of responsibility on my part! I'm horrible!"

"I thought you were pretty damn good," I yawned, standing up slowly and stretching.

"You know what I meant!" Ryou exclaimed, pulling his pants back up and winching at how they had gotten a little damp. "Honestly Jounouchi-chan," he continued, tossing me the paper towel before bending down to pick up his shirts. "Don't you think you should be a little more concerned for your grades?" Ryou pulled the undershirt over his head quickly and slid his arms back into the cotton sleeves of his uniform top as he awaited a response.

"Nah. I'm good," I grinned, sliding the cold, wet towel up my legs and over my thighs.

Ryou fluffed his hair and picked at his bangs a bit in the mirror before straightening his collar and pecking me quickly on the check. "Thanks Katsuya," he smiled slightly, pulling the broom out from the door handle and leaning it up against the sink. "And hurry up and get to class!" he instructed sternly as he opened the door and left, letting it swing shut behind him.

I tossed the wad of wet paper towels into a trashcan and looked around. The silence Ryou had left behind was kinda creepy. Every step I took across the floor echoed really bad. Kinda like when you're in the stairwell at school and Anzu's chasing you because you accidentally tripped her so you scream `No Anzu! You can't have my body! Help! Make her stop! Raaape! Help!' Hehe.

Ryou Bakura. Bakura Ryou. Byou Rakura. Akura-bay You-ray. Hot. . .hot. . .sexy accent. It's kinda too bad that's all I find appealing about him. I mean, he's a great guy. He's got all that warm and friendly stuff, y'know? But, it's just not it. If a man is gay, he's gonna want a boyfriend. I don't know what the hell Ryou is. He's everything I find unnerving about women except very, very sexy. I suppose that's the only reason I've let this drag on. God only knows what a high honors student like Ryou sees in ME.

Since there's not much to say between the two of us, the relationship remains strictly physical. Ken knows he tries to talk to me. . . but it's hard to keep up because he uses a lot of four-syllable, 100,000-yen words. It's like:

`Hello Katsuya!'

`Hey.'

`Um.'

`Yea?'

`I. . . I got an A on my history project!'

`Good.'

`Um, it goes in the grade book three big times.'

`I'm ecstatic.'

`Um. How'd you do?'

`Wanna have sex?'

`I. . . I suppose.'

`Alright.'

Yup. Sex is the backbone of our relationship. I suppose that isn't so bad. Just shoot me if I spend the rest of my life with this man.

I cleaned up quickly, dressed, and exited the bathroom quietly. Well, that was fun. Now what? Of course, before any good expeditionist continues on his way, he must replenish himself.

I ducked my head down swiftly and took a drink from the fountain, swiping my lips briefly across the stream of water. Pulling back up, I wiped my sleeve across my mouth and sighed. Class: 50 minutes remaining. Detention: One hour. AH! The only period I have in class with that hot Malik kid: Timeless. I grinned to myself and ran for class. There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's Ryou.

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