Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Domino Effect ❯ The Domino Champion of Domino City ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kagemihari 
A domino tournament at Yuugi's house, and a makeout session that gets out of hand, with some interesting results...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
A domino tournament at Yuugi's house, and a makeout session that gets out of hand, with some interesting results...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: A Domino Effect
Author: Kagemihari
Warnings: PWP, lemon, exhibitionism, humor, some OOC, bits of fluff, swearing, and a dash of angst, because somehow I can't write a fic without it....^_~
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yugioh and all characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not making any money on this, trust me. -_-
Summary: A domino tournament at Yuugi's house, and a makeout session that gets out of hand, with some interesting results...
Notes: This is a lemon, my first, actually. Not my proudest work by any means, though as a lemon I'm pretty happy with it. It's very much a PWP, with only the barest nod to characterization and plot devices, most of which are somewhat cliched--i.e, assuming Kaiba goes to school with everyone else, the Yamis have their own bodies, etc. In other words, it's pure smut and that which facilitates it, and very little else. ^^ Very standard fanon pairings and characterizations are evident as well--main pairings being Bakura/Ryou and Yami/Yuugi, also Honda/Otogi, and hints of Kaiba/Jou, although the latter two pairings don't get much development in this chapter...
//...// indicates yami to hikari
/..../ indicates hikari to yami
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Chapter 1: The Domino Champion of Domino City
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Yami no Yuugi was getting annoyed. It was raining outside, pouring really, which had put him in a bad mood to begin with. The pharaoh hated being stuck inside, especially when the day was that dark-it was too reminiscent of being trapped in that damn puzzle. Now though, Bakura was getting on his last nerve. Damn tomb raider.
It was Friday afternoon, and most of the gang had ended up at Yuugi's after school. The rain had canceled any outdoor plans they had had, and Yuugi had suggested coming over to do something inside. Naturally, there were a limited number of possible activities, most of which at least one person strongly objected to. As they prepared to leave the school, they'd had an animated conversation on the subject, trying to find something they could all agree on. Kaiba had been nearby, watching silently as they discussed it. He had been, if not exactly nice, at least not openly hostile to Yuugi and his friends in recent weeks. Yuugi, ever ready to be friendly, had seen him there and invited Kaiba to join them.
To Yuugi's own surprise, and expressed shock on the part of several of the others, Kaiba had agreed. He had hesitated slightly at first, and given Jounouchi a look that Yami wasn't sure how to interpret. He thought it was probably due to the fact that Jou and Kaiba generally only had to be in the same vicinity for a short period of time before the insults, counterinsults, and threats passed between them turned into an actual fight. But then Kaiba had shrugged slightly, as if to say, what the hell, and had nodded his acceptance of the invitation.
And so the rainy day had turned into a domino tournament. Yuugi had recently become interested in the game, and since he had discovered that their city was named after it, and he thought it great fun to point out that they were playing dominoes, in Domino City. That should make them all natural experts at it, he said. Yami didn't know about that, but he wasn't about to argue....the game was kind of fun, and Yuugi was impossibly cute and sexy when he was enjoying himself. No one else had any objections, although they had had to spend some time teaching Ryou and Bakura how to play.
They were now in the middle of a tournament, a series of two on two and one on one games ending in one final winner being declared the champion. This round was semifinals, Kaiba playing against Yuugi and Honda playing Otogi. Yami had gotten out early on, because he had played against Yuugi in the first round and been so distracted by his opponent that he couldn't concentrate on the game. Yuugi had done it on purpose, he thought, but with such an innocent demeanor that he couldn't be sure. He could rarely tell when Yuugi was teasing on purpose, or just unconsciously being sexy as hell.
Everyone who was not playing at the moment was watching; except Ryou and Bakura. Ever since the two of them had finally gotten together, they had been shamelessly making out at every oppurtunity, regardless of time, place or present company.
It was driving Yami crazy. Did the tomb robber have no decency? It wasn't that he minded the two of them being together-he had more or less gotten over his dislike of Bakura, but they were never going to be friends. It was just highly irritating to watch them. . . do that right out in front of everybody. Mostly, because he was afraid to try it himself.
Yuugi would probably have a heart attack if he kissed him in public. Everybody knew they were together, but they had confined themselves to affectionate glances and joined hands in front of the others. Yuugi would try anything once, in private, but he was reserved and a little shy about showing affection when his friends were around.
Yami didn't mind it, usually...keeping their relationship private somehow made it feel special, something which only the two of them could share. But there were times he could wish his light was little more...adventurous. He glowered enviously at the white-headed pair. He was already hard from Yuugi's antics earlier, and since he wasn't playing and had no sufficient distraction from the two of them other than Yuugi himself, there wasn't much chance of that going away. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing for once that his leather pants weren't so tight, and that Ryou and Bakura weren't so enthusiastic with their public displays. They weren't helping his problem at all.
"Ha, good move, Kaiba!" Jounouchi crowed, interrupting Yami's thoughts. Yami shot him a startled glance. Whose side was he on, anyway? Then Jou gave Yuugi a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Yuugi, but it was a good move."
Yuugi shrugged and smiled slightly, nodding in rueful agreement. He studied Jou oddly for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Thank you," Kaiba answered without looking up, but his voice held none of sneer it usually did when he spoke to Jounouchi. Yami just stared. What the hell? This day just kept getting weirder. Jounouchi and Kaiba were getting along--not only not fighting, but actually being civil and even complimentary to one another. If he didn't know better....no, that wasn't possible.
He sighed, wishing Kaiba would hurry up and beat Yuugi so he could drag him out to another room--or better yet, upstairs--and kiss him senseless before he went completely insane.
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Ryou and Bakura, of course, hadn't noticed a thing. 'Making out' was beginning to be a ridiculous understatement. They were half sitting, half lying on the couch, openly groping one another, and Ryou had lost his shirt a long time ago. Bakura made a slow, lazy circle around one of his nipples with his tongue, and Ryou arched toward him, moaning. He twisted his fingers in Bakura's hair, hanging on as if he thought the world might fall out from under him.
Bakura's tongue moved lower, dipping tantalizingly into his navel, then tracing back up his side to attend his other nipple. His attentions roamed ever lower, licking and nipping and teasing until Ryou was panting and squirming, all the while massaging his cock through the rough fabric of the jeans Ryou wore.
Shortly Bakura grew impatient with the hindrance of the jeans, and growled as he jerked at the button and the zipper. His mouth moved down again, finding that sensitive spot on Ryou's hipbone and nipping it with his teeth. Ryou let out a soft, keening cry, and Bakura chuckled deep in his throat before he moved forward, his body covering Ryou's as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the side of his light's neck. He shifted lazily, sucking gently at the tender spot, and settled himself so he was lying between Ryou's legs. He began rocking his hips gently, not enough for satisfactory friction, but merely teasing his already aroused light. He loved teasing Ryou, who would melt into wanton hunger with very little provocation; it was sexy as hell.
Ryou moaned aloud now, a hazy cloud of pleasure muddying his thoughts, leaving him aware of nothing but the wet trail of fire Bakura's tongue was making, the weight of his lover pinning him to the cushions beneath, and increasingly painful hardness between his legs as Bakura continued his rocking motions. A growing ache inside of him made him toss restlessly, a nameless void becoming ever greater, taking on a sharp edge of desperation. He needed...needed...he couldn't think. Bakura was driving him crazy.
/'Kura, please!/ He wasn't sure what he wanted just then, couldn't think straight enough for that--only that he needed it badly, and now! He bucked his hips forcefully, causing their erections to grind together through the jeans they both wore, the contact making him shudder with an appreciative hiss.
//What are you asking for, hikari?// Bakura's voice was a low, sexy purr in his mind as he continued to thrust against him, harder now in a deceptively controlled, deliberate rhythm. The voice made shivers run up and down Ryou's body, and he gasped, overloaded with sensations of need.
/I don't--know...do something! I need--ahh....I need you.../ Even Ryou's thoughts were incoherent and disjointed, and Bakura was smugly pleased with the effect of his ministrations. The noises Ryou was making, the desperate flutter in his thoughts, and the friction between them were making his blood sizzle.
//You know where we are, right? Do you remember, we're at Yuugi's house...we can't do that here....// Bakura's mental voice was both regretful and wickedly suggestive; his throbbing groin insisted that polite decency didn't really matter right now, did it?
/I don't CARE!!/ Ryou's mental shout echoed his own thoughts, and his hands pushed at Bakura's clothing, fumbling with the buttons, trying to get closer, to touch, skin to skin, to tease the way he was being teased. His mind was swamped with a flood of agonizing desire, and he was way beyond having any ability to register the existence of anyone other than himself and his sexy tormentor. /Please, please...god, please...'Kuraaaa!/
Bakura would have grinned, the sly grin of a hunter who has his prey caught fast in a trap, if his mouth hadn't been busy again at Ryou's chest. His hand slid inside Ryou's briefs to caress him, grasping and stroking firmly as he simultaneously bit down on a nipple. Ryou bucked, and hollered, both mentally and aloud -- a wordless cry of elation, hunger and extreme frustration.
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Everyone else jerked, startled, at Ryou's yell and looked over at the two of them; except Yami, who had been watching with increasing disgust and annoyance and was not at all surprised. Four pairs of eyes widened in shock as they realized that the make-out session was getting rapidly out of hand. Otogi then looked faintly amused, and after his inital look of slight surprise, Kaiba's face was as expressionless as ever. The others were a little more expressive.
"What are you guys doing ?" Jounouchi exclaimed in amazement, and Honda murmured in stunned agreement.
Which Yami thought, privately, was an extremely dumb question. He resisted the urge to snap, What does it look like, idiot? They're practically fucking right there on the couch... Instead he raised his voice and said pointedly, "Would you two like to go get a room somewhere? Go use Yuugi's and my room, for Ra's sake; it's right up the stairs." Belatedly he wondered if Yuugi would mind. //Is that alright with you, aibou?//
Yuugi didn't answer immediately. / Uh, yeah...sure... / Yami could sense the shock in his shorter light--shock, and something else. He frowned slightly, puzzling over it.
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Yami's voice barely filtered through the haze of desire surrounding the two lovers, but after a moment Bakura realized they were being addressed. He lifted his head, slowly focusing on the irate pharaoh, and raised a lazy eyebrow. He was annoyed to be interrupted, and the commanding tone of voice Yami had used had gotten under his skin.
Suddenly his hesitation and regret vanished--he didn't care where he was or who was watching, or what any of them might think. He just wanted to rub it in to the high and mighty pharaoh that he, the lowly tomb robber, had everything he needed and wanted all wrapped up here, in this sexy, slender imp with white-blonde hair. An imp that was even now writhing and begging under his touch for something only Bakura could give him, and by Ra, he was going to get it! Decency be damned.
"We're fine...thanks. If it bothers you--you can leave," he said, coolly absentminded as he returned his attention to the squirming Ryou. Ryou's eager, and slightly smug, approval of his response to Yami shimmered through their bond, and Bakura grinned ferally as he returned to focusing on the really important things in life: sex, and Ryou. Not necessarily in that order, although it would have been hard to say at the moment.
Ryou's busy fingers had manged to get Bakura's fly undone while he was considering Yami's words, and were now stroking and rubbing his fierce erection. His breathing quickened, growing ragged at the brushes of the long slim fingers, and his voice was low and husky as he finished saying to Yami, "I can't--ahh....wait that long--" He was cut off with an involuntary groan as Ryou succeeded in wrapping a hand around his hard shaft, and began feathering his thumb up and down and around the head of it, smearing the drops of precum around in a sensual manner. Bakura threw his head back and closed his eyes, reveling for a moment in the sensations Ryou's talented fingers produced, sending pleasant little shocks like silver lightning coursing through his veins.
// Hikari, you are a fucking angel ,// he murmured, in a rather contradictory fashion, and Ryou smirked. Time to stop this, before those clever fingers did their work too well....grabbing the slim wrists he gently tugged Ryou's hands out of his pants, and directed them hastily toward less dangerous ground. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Ryou's jeans and dragged them down with his briefs, growling, and shucked them to one side, not really caring where they landed.
At this Yami's voice intruded again, louder and stern this time. "Listen, thief, you can not give Ryou a blow job all over Grandpa's couch!" After all, he'd certainly never been able to do such a thing, and he wasn't about to let a no-name thief, a tomb robber, and a former enemy have the honor of christening that comfortable piece of furniture. He ignored the small voice in the back of his head which reminded him that Darkness wasn't technically a name, either.
Bakura glanced at Yami with dislike, his crimson eyes slits of irritation. "Who said I was going to?" he replied finally, his tone insolent. No, that wouldn't be nearly enough to pay for the annoyance of this interruption. Besides...he really, really needed to fuck Ryou right now , or he was going to lose his mind.
He leaned down to capture Ryou's willing mouth in a deep, sensual kiss that seemed to go on forever, tongues swirling and caressing each other as he reached one hand into his back pocket for the lube. He and Ryou had gotten into the habit of carrying it, just in case. It had come in handy more than once...Ryou could be a wicked tease, himself, and sometimes, waiting until they got home just wasn't an option.
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The appearance of the lube finally sunk in to the minds of the watchers exactly what was going on here.
"Oh my god, they're going to do it," Honda muttered in amazement.
Otogi was more practical, almost admiring-or was that envy in his voice? "He carries that stuff with him? Jeeeeez..."
Jounouchi and Yuugi were both wide-eyed and speechless, and Kaiba was watching in cool silence, both eyebrows raised. Yami was scowling, half disgusted and wholly jealous. "Unbelievable," he growled.
Without taking his eyes off them, Yuugi spoke. "Y-Yami? I-" His voice simply stopped as if someone had thrown a switch, then a thought seared into Yami's mind like a thunderbolt. / I want to do that right now! /
Yami threw him a shocked glance at the determination in his light's mental voice, and the waves of need coming through the bond. What the hell? He must be joking. He can't possibly mean that-can he? Does he know what he's asking for? //Aibou?// he asked, and he knew the strain he was feeling was clear even in his thoughts. // Don't say that unless you mean it. I... don't have that much control... // He eyed Yuugi, not sure if the other was listening.
Yuugi's eyes were still fixed on Ryou and Bakura, and he appeared to be having trouble breathing. Yami let his emotions flow through the link to his light, not hiding the doubt or the sudden intense desire, but not wanting to take advantage of an already awkward situation if his light didn't really mean it. // Aibou? Koi...I will take you right here on the floor if you say that, do you understand?//
Yuugi finally looked up, his eyes burning, and nodded once, sharply. / Yessss. / His thought hissed like flame in Yami's mind, an acknowledgement and a demand that wiped away any doubt about his full understanding of the situtation. A tiny, deliberate smile flickered across his face. His hand moved slowly, sensuously to his shirt and began slowly to undo the buttons, gradually revealing the hard, lightly muscled torso beneath.
Yami gritted his teeth. He was painfully hard now, hanging on to his control by a shred...."Bakura?" he called, carefully keeping his voice even, although it was deeper than usual. He couldn't take his eyes off the graceful movements of Yuugi's fingers as he ever so slowly removed his shirt, and he concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. "Throw that over here when you're finished..." he requested. In spite of himself, his voice sounded strained.
Bakura had finished preparing Ryou, not without some stimulation that had the white-haired boy whimpering and begging for more, now! He was currently completely focused on getting himself far enough out of his own jeans for Ryou's slender fingers to coat him with the lube, while maintaining as much skin contact between the two of them as was humanly possible. This was, unfortunately, difficult and took all of his concentration, but the oddness in Yami's tone managed to catch his attention.
He spared him the briefest glance, taking in the scene, and hesitated for just a moment--hadn't he been trying to prove something here? But the part of his mind that had come up with this rationale was now as deprived of blood as the rest of his brain, and he could not remember anything beyond the beckoning call of the slender body wriggling impatiently beneath him. He gave the merest slight shrug of his shoulders, and with an evil smirk, complied with the request.
Then he dismissed Yami and Yuugi and everyone else completely, as he lost himself in his light, burying his shaft to the hilt with a single swift thrust that made Ryou gasp and moan. He groaned aloud himself as Ryou's tight hot entrance gripped him tightly, and forced himself to wait, just a moment, for Ryou to adjust...god, so fucking tight, felt so good..../move, dammit!/ Ryou hissed sharply, and the world faded away around him as they were caught up in their own private heaven of heat and light and glorious friction.
Yami, meanwhile, caught the slim tube without looking, transfixed as he was by Yuugi's... stripteasing. //You're doing that on purpose ,// he growled at his light.
Yuugi tilted his head, enticingly, his big eyes wide and innocent. / Doing what? / he asked disingenuously. The last button dropped free and with a slight shrug his shirt fell, catching on his elbows. Slim fingers dipped toward his waist as if to the button there, but then merely hovered, briefly, before beginning a slow, seductive trace of his waistline.
The disappointment snapped the last shred of Yami's control. He took one step forward, fighting, then lost it, tackling his light to the floor with a possessive snarl. // Mine, // he growled, covering Yuugi's mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, which Yuugi granted instantly. Without breaking the kiss, he attacked the offending button as if it were the only thing standing between him and salvation--which was not far from the truth, he felt. Yuugi gave him a life back, gave him a reason to live again after thousands of years of empty darkness. Protecting Yuugi, loving Yuugi, making love to him...there was nothing in the world more important, and nothing--not even a stubborn button--could be allowed to come between them.
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Otogi had been splitting his attention between Ryou and Bakura, and watching Honda, hungrily. As Yami and Yuugi descended to the floor with a clear intention of joining them, he decided that was the last straw. He swallowed hard, backing away from Honda with an effort, finally managing to tear his gaze away. "Sorry guys, I got to go," he muttered. "See you later."
Kaiba, Jou, and Honda looked at him in varying degrees of surprise. He made no secret of his orientation, so why would he, of all people, be uncomfortable with this?
Honda asked curiously, "Why?" Thunder cracked in the silence that followed, emphasizing the quiet broken only by the impassioned noises from the couples on the other side of the room, and Otogi's harsh breathing.
He shook his head, not meeting anyone's eyes, looking resolutely away from Honda. God, he was adorable when he was curious. "I can't--I have to, before I do something I might regret, something you might regret."
Honda looked confused; Otogi seemed to be talking to him, yes, he turned and met his eyes now--was that desperation in his gaze?
Otogi was still talking, explaining, his voice harsh, almost breathless. "Like--tear your goddamn clothes off and just fuck you, right here, right now, the way I've wanted to for months--" He broke off abruptly, shook his head ruefully. "Sorry...shouldn't have..."
He ducked his head and twisted away again with an effort. Honda's jaw dropped, and he stared in shock as Otogi pushed past Kaiba and Jou, and left hurriedly, going out into the rain.
Jou looked from the doorway Otogi had disappeared through to Honda's frozen form and shook his head. The tall boy stood numbly with a stunned look on his face, his expression fairly screaming shock and disbelief. Jou hit him, and his mouth closed with an audible snap.
Jou shook his head again. "Go!" he ordered, half laughing at his friend.
Honda blinked, still staring straight ahead, nodded once, then raced after Otogi without anouther word. Jou could hear him shouting as he reached the door. "Oi, wait!"
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Kaiba watched him go, and raised an eyebrow at Jou. "What was that all about?" he asked mildly.
Jou shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Honda's been in love with him almost since they met. I've been waiting forever for them to figure it out. The pair of idiots..." He was watching Yami and Yuugi now with an odd expression on his face, sounding almost absent as he explained. He shifted against the wall he was leaning on, crossing his ankles and folding his arms. He still looked uncomfortable, and after a bit he shifted again, and finally reached down to massage his aching cock.
Seto realized what he'd been trying to hide then, and was faintly amused. He'd wanted to avoid making it obvious how hard he was getting, watching his best friend get pounded into the floor. Seto smirked, although he was aware of growing heat and tightness in that area himself. If Jou kept that up, though, he was going to come in his pants, and he just might take Seto with him. There was something unbearably exciting about watching the other boy touch himself like that. He said dryly, "You might want to do something about that, you're going to make a mess."
Jou started. "Huh? Oh...yeah..." He was embarrassed at having been caught, though he wondered if it mattered after everything else that had happened today. He thought briefly about going into the bathroom to jerk off; he could feel Kaiba's eyes on him and he knew the boy was smirking...but there had been something in his expression...
Suddenly feeling reckless, he simply unzipped, pulling his cock free, and stood there stroking himself, a rough, steady pace as he continued to watch Yami and Yuugi. That's right Kaiba, get an eyeful, see if I care. He shivered, but not with cold; Kaiba was still watching him, and the heat from his gaze was making odd little thrills ripple through him. He shuddered, biting back a groan, then a smart remark as Kaiba continued to watch him, expressionlessly.
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On the other side of the room Ryou and Bakura collapsed together as they finished, resting peacefully now in each others arms.
Ryou nuzzled his yami's chest, then settled back against him and surveyed the damage in the rest of the room. He noted the missing ones with interest, and the King of Games and his light with mild shock. / Wow. I didn't know Yuugi could scream like that. /
Bakura just blinked, sated now and feeling sleepy. // Hn. //
/' Kura, look. / Ryou's voice sounded thoughtful.
// I am, // he purred, leaning down to drop a kiss on his light's forehead.
Ryou chuckled. / No-- look at Kaiba. /
Bakura frowned. Kaiba? What....? He looked. // Innnnteresting...very interesting. //
Kaiba's face was cold and expressionless as always, but his eyes, fixed on Jou, held a faint gleam of something like--hunger?
Yami and Yuugi reached their peak almost as one, climaxing in twin cries of pleasure and triumph, and Jou, watching, gave himself a few more quick, hard strokes, and followed suit. His eyes closed and his body arched, throwing his head back as the thick white fluid shot out.
An expression flashed across Kaiba's face, too quickly to be read, but something--regret, almost longing?--glittered in the deep blue of his gaze.
... Beautiful...I wish it was me you did that for. Then his eyes fell closed, and he bowed his head, wincing inwardly. No! I don't need you, don't want you. You are--a weakness. You are pathetic! And I have always treated you like nothing; no--you are nothing to me. And you must, I know you hate me. I deserve nothing less. The negative thoughts drenched him like cold water, effectively taking care of his arousal. You are nothing . Whether he meant himself or Jounouchi, he wasn't completely sure.
After a moment Kaiba raised his head and gave the room a sweeping, sardonic glance, noting the exhausted positions of the two sated couples, and Jounouchi, slumped against the wall, hair falling in his eyes as he hung his head. He hadn't bothered to do his jeans back up yet, and his softened cock rested limply in his now still hand. He looked tired, and there was a feeling of aloneness to him that Seto found achingly familiar.
Angry with himself, he resisted the irrational and unwelcome urge to go over and brush the blonde hair out of Jounouchi's eyes and kiss him until he got a smile. A smile was one of the last reactions he would get, he knew, unless it was a mocking sneer. A knife edge of sudden longing wished it was otherwise, but it was too late to undo--not that he would, anyway. No. He already had in Mokuba, one weakness that had almost cost him everything...he could not afford another. He shook off the dark musings with a sense of irritation and looked around once more in faint, ironic amusement.
"Well, obviously this tournament is over. Honda and Otogi's match ended in a draw, and Yuugi forfeits to me...I guess that makes me the domino champion of Domino City."
He smiled, and almost it looked like a smirk, because that was the only kind of smiling Kaiba had done for years; but it was a smile, and Jou stared at him, his breath catching, feeling that funny warmth that Kaiba tended to stir up inside of him. God, but he was sexy when he smiled.
Kaiba turned, still smiling, and left the room, his coat sweeping gracefully behind him.
Jou leaned his head back against the wall with a soft thud, not realizing the tiny sound of loss that escaped him. Kaiba...you always walk away, and leave me...wanting... His heart ached too damn much to finish that statement, even in his thoughts. He wasn't sure he even knew what exactly it was he wanted. He hastily pulled himself together, zipping his jeans in absentminded fashion as he considered whether or not he should offer Yami and Yuugi a hand up. Probably not, though neither of the two looked in any condition to stand on their own.
Ryou and Bakura looked from Jou's weary face to Kaiba's retreating form and back again. Their eyes met and held, in speculation.
/ I wonder.... /
// Shall we? //
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-tbc-
I think there will be at least two more chapters, possibly more if the story gets away from me. Stories have been known to do that. Not sure how soon I will get them written however--the more requests I get to finish it, the more likely it will happen soon. ^^ Please, review, leave comments, flame, whatever...I love feedback of any kind.
Author: Kagemihari
Warnings: PWP, lemon, exhibitionism, humor, some OOC, bits of fluff, swearing, and a dash of angst, because somehow I can't write a fic without it....^_~
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yugioh and all characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not making any money on this, trust me. -_-
Summary: A domino tournament at Yuugi's house, and a makeout session that gets out of hand, with some interesting results...
Notes: This is a lemon, my first, actually. Not my proudest work by any means, though as a lemon I'm pretty happy with it. It's very much a PWP, with only the barest nod to characterization and plot devices, most of which are somewhat cliched--i.e, assuming Kaiba goes to school with everyone else, the Yamis have their own bodies, etc. In other words, it's pure smut and that which facilitates it, and very little else. ^^ Very standard fanon pairings and characterizations are evident as well--main pairings being Bakura/Ryou and Yami/Yuugi, also Honda/Otogi, and hints of Kaiba/Jou, although the latter two pairings don't get much development in this chapter...
//...// indicates yami to hikari
/..../ indicates hikari to yami
==== indicates POV/scene switch, mostly, although there are minor changes without notice
Chapter 1: The Domino Champion of Domino City
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Yami no Yuugi was getting annoyed. It was raining outside, pouring really, which had put him in a bad mood to begin with. The pharaoh hated being stuck inside, especially when the day was that dark-it was too reminiscent of being trapped in that damn puzzle. Now though, Bakura was getting on his last nerve. Damn tomb raider.
It was Friday afternoon, and most of the gang had ended up at Yuugi's after school. The rain had canceled any outdoor plans they had had, and Yuugi had suggested coming over to do something inside. Naturally, there were a limited number of possible activities, most of which at least one person strongly objected to. As they prepared to leave the school, they'd had an animated conversation on the subject, trying to find something they could all agree on. Kaiba had been nearby, watching silently as they discussed it. He had been, if not exactly nice, at least not openly hostile to Yuugi and his friends in recent weeks. Yuugi, ever ready to be friendly, had seen him there and invited Kaiba to join them.
To Yuugi's own surprise, and expressed shock on the part of several of the others, Kaiba had agreed. He had hesitated slightly at first, and given Jounouchi a look that Yami wasn't sure how to interpret. He thought it was probably due to the fact that Jou and Kaiba generally only had to be in the same vicinity for a short period of time before the insults, counterinsults, and threats passed between them turned into an actual fight. But then Kaiba had shrugged slightly, as if to say, what the hell, and had nodded his acceptance of the invitation.
And so the rainy day had turned into a domino tournament. Yuugi had recently become interested in the game, and since he had discovered that their city was named after it, and he thought it great fun to point out that they were playing dominoes, in Domino City. That should make them all natural experts at it, he said. Yami didn't know about that, but he wasn't about to argue....the game was kind of fun, and Yuugi was impossibly cute and sexy when he was enjoying himself. No one else had any objections, although they had had to spend some time teaching Ryou and Bakura how to play.
They were now in the middle of a tournament, a series of two on two and one on one games ending in one final winner being declared the champion. This round was semifinals, Kaiba playing against Yuugi and Honda playing Otogi. Yami had gotten out early on, because he had played against Yuugi in the first round and been so distracted by his opponent that he couldn't concentrate on the game. Yuugi had done it on purpose, he thought, but with such an innocent demeanor that he couldn't be sure. He could rarely tell when Yuugi was teasing on purpose, or just unconsciously being sexy as hell.
Everyone who was not playing at the moment was watching; except Ryou and Bakura. Ever since the two of them had finally gotten together, they had been shamelessly making out at every oppurtunity, regardless of time, place or present company.
It was driving Yami crazy. Did the tomb robber have no decency? It wasn't that he minded the two of them being together-he had more or less gotten over his dislike of Bakura, but they were never going to be friends. It was just highly irritating to watch them. . . do that right out in front of everybody. Mostly, because he was afraid to try it himself.
Yuugi would probably have a heart attack if he kissed him in public. Everybody knew they were together, but they had confined themselves to affectionate glances and joined hands in front of the others. Yuugi would try anything once, in private, but he was reserved and a little shy about showing affection when his friends were around.
Yami didn't mind it, usually...keeping their relationship private somehow made it feel special, something which only the two of them could share. But there were times he could wish his light was little more...adventurous. He glowered enviously at the white-headed pair. He was already hard from Yuugi's antics earlier, and since he wasn't playing and had no sufficient distraction from the two of them other than Yuugi himself, there wasn't much chance of that going away. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing for once that his leather pants weren't so tight, and that Ryou and Bakura weren't so enthusiastic with their public displays. They weren't helping his problem at all.
"Ha, good move, Kaiba!" Jounouchi crowed, interrupting Yami's thoughts. Yami shot him a startled glance. Whose side was he on, anyway? Then Jou gave Yuugi a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Yuugi, but it was a good move."
Yuugi shrugged and smiled slightly, nodding in rueful agreement. He studied Jou oddly for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Thank you," Kaiba answered without looking up, but his voice held none of sneer it usually did when he spoke to Jounouchi. Yami just stared. What the hell? This day just kept getting weirder. Jounouchi and Kaiba were getting along--not only not fighting, but actually being civil and even complimentary to one another. If he didn't know better....no, that wasn't possible.
He sighed, wishing Kaiba would hurry up and beat Yuugi so he could drag him out to another room--or better yet, upstairs--and kiss him senseless before he went completely insane.
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Ryou and Bakura, of course, hadn't noticed a thing. 'Making out' was beginning to be a ridiculous understatement. They were half sitting, half lying on the couch, openly groping one another, and Ryou had lost his shirt a long time ago. Bakura made a slow, lazy circle around one of his nipples with his tongue, and Ryou arched toward him, moaning. He twisted his fingers in Bakura's hair, hanging on as if he thought the world might fall out from under him.
Bakura's tongue moved lower, dipping tantalizingly into his navel, then tracing back up his side to attend his other nipple. His attentions roamed ever lower, licking and nipping and teasing until Ryou was panting and squirming, all the while massaging his cock through the rough fabric of the jeans Ryou wore.
Shortly Bakura grew impatient with the hindrance of the jeans, and growled as he jerked at the button and the zipper. His mouth moved down again, finding that sensitive spot on Ryou's hipbone and nipping it with his teeth. Ryou let out a soft, keening cry, and Bakura chuckled deep in his throat before he moved forward, his body covering Ryou's as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to the side of his light's neck. He shifted lazily, sucking gently at the tender spot, and settled himself so he was lying between Ryou's legs. He began rocking his hips gently, not enough for satisfactory friction, but merely teasing his already aroused light. He loved teasing Ryou, who would melt into wanton hunger with very little provocation; it was sexy as hell.
Ryou moaned aloud now, a hazy cloud of pleasure muddying his thoughts, leaving him aware of nothing but the wet trail of fire Bakura's tongue was making, the weight of his lover pinning him to the cushions beneath, and increasingly painful hardness between his legs as Bakura continued his rocking motions. A growing ache inside of him made him toss restlessly, a nameless void becoming ever greater, taking on a sharp edge of desperation. He needed...needed...he couldn't think. Bakura was driving him crazy.
/'Kura, please!/ He wasn't sure what he wanted just then, couldn't think straight enough for that--only that he needed it badly, and now! He bucked his hips forcefully, causing their erections to grind together through the jeans they both wore, the contact making him shudder with an appreciative hiss.
//What are you asking for, hikari?// Bakura's voice was a low, sexy purr in his mind as he continued to thrust against him, harder now in a deceptively controlled, deliberate rhythm. The voice made shivers run up and down Ryou's body, and he gasped, overloaded with sensations of need.
/I don't--know...do something! I need--ahh....I need you.../ Even Ryou's thoughts were incoherent and disjointed, and Bakura was smugly pleased with the effect of his ministrations. The noises Ryou was making, the desperate flutter in his thoughts, and the friction between them were making his blood sizzle.
//You know where we are, right? Do you remember, we're at Yuugi's house...we can't do that here....// Bakura's mental voice was both regretful and wickedly suggestive; his throbbing groin insisted that polite decency didn't really matter right now, did it?
/I don't CARE!!/ Ryou's mental shout echoed his own thoughts, and his hands pushed at Bakura's clothing, fumbling with the buttons, trying to get closer, to touch, skin to skin, to tease the way he was being teased. His mind was swamped with a flood of agonizing desire, and he was way beyond having any ability to register the existence of anyone other than himself and his sexy tormentor. /Please, please...god, please...'Kuraaaa!/
Bakura would have grinned, the sly grin of a hunter who has his prey caught fast in a trap, if his mouth hadn't been busy again at Ryou's chest. His hand slid inside Ryou's briefs to caress him, grasping and stroking firmly as he simultaneously bit down on a nipple. Ryou bucked, and hollered, both mentally and aloud -- a wordless cry of elation, hunger and extreme frustration.
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Everyone else jerked, startled, at Ryou's yell and looked over at the two of them; except Yami, who had been watching with increasing disgust and annoyance and was not at all surprised. Four pairs of eyes widened in shock as they realized that the make-out session was getting rapidly out of hand. Otogi then looked faintly amused, and after his inital look of slight surprise, Kaiba's face was as expressionless as ever. The others were a little more expressive.
"What are you guys doing ?" Jounouchi exclaimed in amazement, and Honda murmured in stunned agreement.
Which Yami thought, privately, was an extremely dumb question. He resisted the urge to snap, What does it look like, idiot? They're practically fucking right there on the couch... Instead he raised his voice and said pointedly, "Would you two like to go get a room somewhere? Go use Yuugi's and my room, for Ra's sake; it's right up the stairs." Belatedly he wondered if Yuugi would mind. //Is that alright with you, aibou?//
Yuugi didn't answer immediately. / Uh, yeah...sure... / Yami could sense the shock in his shorter light--shock, and something else. He frowned slightly, puzzling over it.
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Yami's voice barely filtered through the haze of desire surrounding the two lovers, but after a moment Bakura realized they were being addressed. He lifted his head, slowly focusing on the irate pharaoh, and raised a lazy eyebrow. He was annoyed to be interrupted, and the commanding tone of voice Yami had used had gotten under his skin.
Suddenly his hesitation and regret vanished--he didn't care where he was or who was watching, or what any of them might think. He just wanted to rub it in to the high and mighty pharaoh that he, the lowly tomb robber, had everything he needed and wanted all wrapped up here, in this sexy, slender imp with white-blonde hair. An imp that was even now writhing and begging under his touch for something only Bakura could give him, and by Ra, he was going to get it! Decency be damned.
"We're fine...thanks. If it bothers you--you can leave," he said, coolly absentminded as he returned his attention to the squirming Ryou. Ryou's eager, and slightly smug, approval of his response to Yami shimmered through their bond, and Bakura grinned ferally as he returned to focusing on the really important things in life: sex, and Ryou. Not necessarily in that order, although it would have been hard to say at the moment.
Ryou's busy fingers had manged to get Bakura's fly undone while he was considering Yami's words, and were now stroking and rubbing his fierce erection. His breathing quickened, growing ragged at the brushes of the long slim fingers, and his voice was low and husky as he finished saying to Yami, "I can't--ahh....wait that long--" He was cut off with an involuntary groan as Ryou succeeded in wrapping a hand around his hard shaft, and began feathering his thumb up and down and around the head of it, smearing the drops of precum around in a sensual manner. Bakura threw his head back and closed his eyes, reveling for a moment in the sensations Ryou's talented fingers produced, sending pleasant little shocks like silver lightning coursing through his veins.
// Hikari, you are a fucking angel ,// he murmured, in a rather contradictory fashion, and Ryou smirked. Time to stop this, before those clever fingers did their work too well....grabbing the slim wrists he gently tugged Ryou's hands out of his pants, and directed them hastily toward less dangerous ground. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Ryou's jeans and dragged them down with his briefs, growling, and shucked them to one side, not really caring where they landed.
At this Yami's voice intruded again, louder and stern this time. "Listen, thief, you can not give Ryou a blow job all over Grandpa's couch!" After all, he'd certainly never been able to do such a thing, and he wasn't about to let a no-name thief, a tomb robber, and a former enemy have the honor of christening that comfortable piece of furniture. He ignored the small voice in the back of his head which reminded him that Darkness wasn't technically a name, either.
Bakura glanced at Yami with dislike, his crimson eyes slits of irritation. "Who said I was going to?" he replied finally, his tone insolent. No, that wouldn't be nearly enough to pay for the annoyance of this interruption. Besides...he really, really needed to fuck Ryou right now , or he was going to lose his mind.
He leaned down to capture Ryou's willing mouth in a deep, sensual kiss that seemed to go on forever, tongues swirling and caressing each other as he reached one hand into his back pocket for the lube. He and Ryou had gotten into the habit of carrying it, just in case. It had come in handy more than once...Ryou could be a wicked tease, himself, and sometimes, waiting until they got home just wasn't an option.
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The appearance of the lube finally sunk in to the minds of the watchers exactly what was going on here.
"Oh my god, they're going to do it," Honda muttered in amazement.
Otogi was more practical, almost admiring-or was that envy in his voice? "He carries that stuff with him? Jeeeeez..."
Jounouchi and Yuugi were both wide-eyed and speechless, and Kaiba was watching in cool silence, both eyebrows raised. Yami was scowling, half disgusted and wholly jealous. "Unbelievable," he growled.
Without taking his eyes off them, Yuugi spoke. "Y-Yami? I-" His voice simply stopped as if someone had thrown a switch, then a thought seared into Yami's mind like a thunderbolt. / I want to do that right now! /
Yami threw him a shocked glance at the determination in his light's mental voice, and the waves of need coming through the bond. What the hell? He must be joking. He can't possibly mean that-can he? Does he know what he's asking for? //Aibou?// he asked, and he knew the strain he was feeling was clear even in his thoughts. // Don't say that unless you mean it. I... don't have that much control... // He eyed Yuugi, not sure if the other was listening.
Yuugi's eyes were still fixed on Ryou and Bakura, and he appeared to be having trouble breathing. Yami let his emotions flow through the link to his light, not hiding the doubt or the sudden intense desire, but not wanting to take advantage of an already awkward situation if his light didn't really mean it. // Aibou? Koi...I will take you right here on the floor if you say that, do you understand?//
Yuugi finally looked up, his eyes burning, and nodded once, sharply. / Yessss. / His thought hissed like flame in Yami's mind, an acknowledgement and a demand that wiped away any doubt about his full understanding of the situtation. A tiny, deliberate smile flickered across his face. His hand moved slowly, sensuously to his shirt and began slowly to undo the buttons, gradually revealing the hard, lightly muscled torso beneath.
Yami gritted his teeth. He was painfully hard now, hanging on to his control by a shred...."Bakura?" he called, carefully keeping his voice even, although it was deeper than usual. He couldn't take his eyes off the graceful movements of Yuugi's fingers as he ever so slowly removed his shirt, and he concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. "Throw that over here when you're finished..." he requested. In spite of himself, his voice sounded strained.
Bakura had finished preparing Ryou, not without some stimulation that had the white-haired boy whimpering and begging for more, now! He was currently completely focused on getting himself far enough out of his own jeans for Ryou's slender fingers to coat him with the lube, while maintaining as much skin contact between the two of them as was humanly possible. This was, unfortunately, difficult and took all of his concentration, but the oddness in Yami's tone managed to catch his attention.
He spared him the briefest glance, taking in the scene, and hesitated for just a moment--hadn't he been trying to prove something here? But the part of his mind that had come up with this rationale was now as deprived of blood as the rest of his brain, and he could not remember anything beyond the beckoning call of the slender body wriggling impatiently beneath him. He gave the merest slight shrug of his shoulders, and with an evil smirk, complied with the request.
Then he dismissed Yami and Yuugi and everyone else completely, as he lost himself in his light, burying his shaft to the hilt with a single swift thrust that made Ryou gasp and moan. He groaned aloud himself as Ryou's tight hot entrance gripped him tightly, and forced himself to wait, just a moment, for Ryou to adjust...god, so fucking tight, felt so good..../move, dammit!/ Ryou hissed sharply, and the world faded away around him as they were caught up in their own private heaven of heat and light and glorious friction.
Yami, meanwhile, caught the slim tube without looking, transfixed as he was by Yuugi's... stripteasing. //You're doing that on purpose ,// he growled at his light.
Yuugi tilted his head, enticingly, his big eyes wide and innocent. / Doing what? / he asked disingenuously. The last button dropped free and with a slight shrug his shirt fell, catching on his elbows. Slim fingers dipped toward his waist as if to the button there, but then merely hovered, briefly, before beginning a slow, seductive trace of his waistline.
The disappointment snapped the last shred of Yami's control. He took one step forward, fighting, then lost it, tackling his light to the floor with a possessive snarl. // Mine, // he growled, covering Yuugi's mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, which Yuugi granted instantly. Without breaking the kiss, he attacked the offending button as if it were the only thing standing between him and salvation--which was not far from the truth, he felt. Yuugi gave him a life back, gave him a reason to live again after thousands of years of empty darkness. Protecting Yuugi, loving Yuugi, making love to him...there was nothing in the world more important, and nothing--not even a stubborn button--could be allowed to come between them.
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Otogi had been splitting his attention between Ryou and Bakura, and watching Honda, hungrily. As Yami and Yuugi descended to the floor with a clear intention of joining them, he decided that was the last straw. He swallowed hard, backing away from Honda with an effort, finally managing to tear his gaze away. "Sorry guys, I got to go," he muttered. "See you later."
Kaiba, Jou, and Honda looked at him in varying degrees of surprise. He made no secret of his orientation, so why would he, of all people, be uncomfortable with this?
Honda asked curiously, "Why?" Thunder cracked in the silence that followed, emphasizing the quiet broken only by the impassioned noises from the couples on the other side of the room, and Otogi's harsh breathing.
He shook his head, not meeting anyone's eyes, looking resolutely away from Honda. God, he was adorable when he was curious. "I can't--I have to, before I do something I might regret, something you might regret."
Honda looked confused; Otogi seemed to be talking to him, yes, he turned and met his eyes now--was that desperation in his gaze?
Otogi was still talking, explaining, his voice harsh, almost breathless. "Like--tear your goddamn clothes off and just fuck you, right here, right now, the way I've wanted to for months--" He broke off abruptly, shook his head ruefully. "Sorry...shouldn't have..."
He ducked his head and twisted away again with an effort. Honda's jaw dropped, and he stared in shock as Otogi pushed past Kaiba and Jou, and left hurriedly, going out into the rain.
Jou looked from the doorway Otogi had disappeared through to Honda's frozen form and shook his head. The tall boy stood numbly with a stunned look on his face, his expression fairly screaming shock and disbelief. Jou hit him, and his mouth closed with an audible snap.
Jou shook his head again. "Go!" he ordered, half laughing at his friend.
Honda blinked, still staring straight ahead, nodded once, then raced after Otogi without anouther word. Jou could hear him shouting as he reached the door. "Oi, wait!"
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Kaiba watched him go, and raised an eyebrow at Jou. "What was that all about?" he asked mildly.
Jou shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Honda's been in love with him almost since they met. I've been waiting forever for them to figure it out. The pair of idiots..." He was watching Yami and Yuugi now with an odd expression on his face, sounding almost absent as he explained. He shifted against the wall he was leaning on, crossing his ankles and folding his arms. He still looked uncomfortable, and after a bit he shifted again, and finally reached down to massage his aching cock.
Seto realized what he'd been trying to hide then, and was faintly amused. He'd wanted to avoid making it obvious how hard he was getting, watching his best friend get pounded into the floor. Seto smirked, although he was aware of growing heat and tightness in that area himself. If Jou kept that up, though, he was going to come in his pants, and he just might take Seto with him. There was something unbearably exciting about watching the other boy touch himself like that. He said dryly, "You might want to do something about that, you're going to make a mess."
Jou started. "Huh? Oh...yeah..." He was embarrassed at having been caught, though he wondered if it mattered after everything else that had happened today. He thought briefly about going into the bathroom to jerk off; he could feel Kaiba's eyes on him and he knew the boy was smirking...but there had been something in his expression...
Suddenly feeling reckless, he simply unzipped, pulling his cock free, and stood there stroking himself, a rough, steady pace as he continued to watch Yami and Yuugi. That's right Kaiba, get an eyeful, see if I care. He shivered, but not with cold; Kaiba was still watching him, and the heat from his gaze was making odd little thrills ripple through him. He shuddered, biting back a groan, then a smart remark as Kaiba continued to watch him, expressionlessly.
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On the other side of the room Ryou and Bakura collapsed together as they finished, resting peacefully now in each others arms.
Ryou nuzzled his yami's chest, then settled back against him and surveyed the damage in the rest of the room. He noted the missing ones with interest, and the King of Games and his light with mild shock. / Wow. I didn't know Yuugi could scream like that. /
Bakura just blinked, sated now and feeling sleepy. // Hn. //
/' Kura, look. / Ryou's voice sounded thoughtful.
// I am, // he purred, leaning down to drop a kiss on his light's forehead.
Ryou chuckled. / No-- look at Kaiba. /
Bakura frowned. Kaiba? What....? He looked. // Innnnteresting...very interesting. //
Kaiba's face was cold and expressionless as always, but his eyes, fixed on Jou, held a faint gleam of something like--hunger?
Yami and Yuugi reached their peak almost as one, climaxing in twin cries of pleasure and triumph, and Jou, watching, gave himself a few more quick, hard strokes, and followed suit. His eyes closed and his body arched, throwing his head back as the thick white fluid shot out.
An expression flashed across Kaiba's face, too quickly to be read, but something--regret, almost longing?--glittered in the deep blue of his gaze.
... Beautiful...I wish it was me you did that for. Then his eyes fell closed, and he bowed his head, wincing inwardly. No! I don't need you, don't want you. You are--a weakness. You are pathetic! And I have always treated you like nothing; no--you are nothing to me. And you must, I know you hate me. I deserve nothing less. The negative thoughts drenched him like cold water, effectively taking care of his arousal. You are nothing . Whether he meant himself or Jounouchi, he wasn't completely sure.
After a moment Kaiba raised his head and gave the room a sweeping, sardonic glance, noting the exhausted positions of the two sated couples, and Jounouchi, slumped against the wall, hair falling in his eyes as he hung his head. He hadn't bothered to do his jeans back up yet, and his softened cock rested limply in his now still hand. He looked tired, and there was a feeling of aloneness to him that Seto found achingly familiar.
Angry with himself, he resisted the irrational and unwelcome urge to go over and brush the blonde hair out of Jounouchi's eyes and kiss him until he got a smile. A smile was one of the last reactions he would get, he knew, unless it was a mocking sneer. A knife edge of sudden longing wished it was otherwise, but it was too late to undo--not that he would, anyway. No. He already had in Mokuba, one weakness that had almost cost him everything...he could not afford another. He shook off the dark musings with a sense of irritation and looked around once more in faint, ironic amusement.
"Well, obviously this tournament is over. Honda and Otogi's match ended in a draw, and Yuugi forfeits to me...I guess that makes me the domino champion of Domino City."
He smiled, and almost it looked like a smirk, because that was the only kind of smiling Kaiba had done for years; but it was a smile, and Jou stared at him, his breath catching, feeling that funny warmth that Kaiba tended to stir up inside of him. God, but he was sexy when he smiled.
Kaiba turned, still smiling, and left the room, his coat sweeping gracefully behind him.
Jou leaned his head back against the wall with a soft thud, not realizing the tiny sound of loss that escaped him. Kaiba...you always walk away, and leave me...wanting... His heart ached too damn much to finish that statement, even in his thoughts. He wasn't sure he even knew what exactly it was he wanted. He hastily pulled himself together, zipping his jeans in absentminded fashion as he considered whether or not he should offer Yami and Yuugi a hand up. Probably not, though neither of the two looked in any condition to stand on their own.
Ryou and Bakura looked from Jou's weary face to Kaiba's retreating form and back again. Their eyes met and held, in speculation.
/ I wonder.... /
// Shall we? //
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-tbc-
I think there will be at least two more chapters, possibly more if the story gets away from me. Stories have been known to do that. Not sure how soon I will get them written however--the more requests I get to finish it, the more likely it will happen soon. ^^ Please, review, leave comments, flame, whatever...I love feedback of any kind.